Anxiety
Social anxiety walking around with the crouds,
Why can't I breathe Im hearing there thoughts out loud,
Stop staring at me I want no trouble,
Im going back home I need my safe bubble,
Why do I get them, they called panic attacks,
I used to be out every night and live life to the max,
Im 6ft 3 I ain't scared of no one,
So where do these feelings keep on coming from,
It's starts with my breathing then I'm sweating and dizzy,
I ain't going out no more forget that I'm busy.
Your friend matty d :) xx
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