Anxiety contorts my reactions
Like static beneath my skin
I worry that what I'm about to do
Could be a sin
Words don't come out
In the way that I intend
Slippery fingers on these keys
Chapped lips have yet to mend
I'm sorry for the thousandth time
But I'm asking again, I need clarity
Understand my drip drop repeation
because you're the only thing that's clear to me
You know I know,
But then I'm just not sure
My own hands smear my world
Into this helpless blur