Consumed by anxiety daily
Depression shifts and folds
Try to work through the social phobia but struggle to go out mostly alone
Make it to work and back sometimes walk the dog but still haven't found the striding knack
To go out without the doubt
Past worries took the mount
One of pain and setbacks
You would think the endless faced battles and the street (most feared) attack would finally see to that
I'm not brave
Just living with being weak