Worry Wart
Dont worry? Easier said than done.
Trust me it's not a bit of fun.
Days and nights consumed by thought
Of the troubles the last day has brought.
I'm scared if I don't , things won't get done right.
So I struggle each day as my brain picks a fight.
A constant reminder of each days struggles.
To live in a world where theres always problems to juggle.
Being content in life is easy for me.
It's the simple little things that won't let me be.
I have a great husband, a good job and a car.
My life has been pretty lucky thus far.
But will my brain leave me alone?
It's a real nag like a constant ringing phone.
So of course not, you see?
I think there's just something wrong with me.
Copyright © Catherine Jacobi | Year Posted 2007
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