Shaky on the inside
Shaky on the outside
Can’t keep still
Can’t keep calm

Always in my poetry
I ask a lot of questions
It’s like I am not sure of my feelings
But I know the questions I need to ask

A gross misuse of my mind
A horrific abuse of my thoughts
Ask me a question
I won’t answer like you want me to

Questions wreck me
Tidal waves of anxiety
Where do they come from?
There I go again...