Everything I do,
Everything I say,
Everything I do seems wrong,
Everything I say seems odd,
There's nothing wrong,
There's nothing to be scared of,
My actions and falling out seem to wreak havoc,
confusion,
in your mind and heart,
I assure you,
Everything is fine,
I promised to say how I feel,
How I undergo my days,
What I'm thinking,
But I worry,
Keen,
Will you tell me,
Your feelings?
Your thoughts?
Anxiety takes a toll,
daily,
It saddens, myself, you,
That your only concerned about my own being,
With doubts forming unknowingly,
I wonder, what am I doing?
Can you tell me, everything?

My beautiful white rose,
Planted firmly down like concrete stone,
Seeded in the depths of the world,
Beneath the solid grounds of density,
Rooted into the middle ends of the earth,
You grow,
You stand ,
Now a bud,
But unable to spread out in full bloom,
When will I be able to see your petals,
pompously,
flourishing
one by one,
It's my turn to nourish,
These worries into rest,

Open.