Too much,
For a wasted,
Useless monster,
Called,
Anxiety

I'm not a professional athlete,
Nor am I brilliant in school,
But the fact that I always look on the bright side,
Makes life that much simpler.

When does the thinking stop?
Because I've been thinking, not doing,
For as long as I could remember...

I feel as if my sides have extra fat on them,
Despite the fact,
I just ran 300 meters in an all-day track meet.

What rhymes with love?
Hate.
I lied.

I drank a bottle of anxiety this morning,
And yet, I feel as good as new...

I looked at the door in my English class,
Imagining you standing there,
With your contagious smile I quickly fell in love with,
In any event, anywhere.
My eyes then looked at my paper,
Love was killing me inside,
Because the boy I truly am in love with,
Picked me up and tried.