Anxiety-
you sit inside
And you lie to me.
Like A thought
that paralyzes
Collides with
A child’s shyness.
My mind becomes
its own highness.
Master to the binded,
tied to the self divided.
I light a candle inside
to try and blind it.
Can I release you
For good?
Can the mind become quiet?
Once in a while
You’re silent, and
I can finally breathe.
I am finally seen.
Woke and walking
Out of your dream.
What will it take?
Can this be the extreme
My anxiety: the Final Scene
Stand up, walk out
Change my belief
That I am more
Than a mental disease
Here I am now
I believe this is me
No longer identified
With anxiety.