Thinking is a blessing and a curse.
As humans we jump to conclusions and can assume the worst.

Do I look ok? Is she my friend?
I know I’m driving him over the bend.

Do you think giraffes worry, as humans do?
Is my neck too long? Is my tongue too blue?

I guess they just eat their leaves and do what they can.
It is a strange thing being a human.

Anxiety feels like I’m not the real me.
The real me is locked in a cage
And I don’t have the key.

I’m so afraid that I’m not bringing enough to the table;
I need to do more for others to accept me,
Only then, I take a closer look at my table,
And realise it’s empty.