Anxiety is what i'm
entirely composed of
Always failing
always behind
never enough
to counteract these things is simple
any leverage i get i take
no matter the consequence
the only leverage i seem to possess
is the super power of dissociation
Ill smoke a water fall of cigarettes to keep my hands busy
other wise ill clench them
Ill talk so much you'll have to leave the room
to escape my ambush of thoughts
I thought you'd like to hear em
but you told me other wise
The excitement drained from my eyes
Ironically that's the trait of myself i despise
I like myself a little less
                                  now.