Anxiety

Anxiety is the one who cares.
About food in my teeth and angry bears.
It all became clear with an evaluation.
What is making my mind spin.
Some days,
Anxiety feels far away.
But really, it’s like sediment.
That gets shaken and hurts like falling on cement.
Anxiety lasts long.
It is my least favorite song.
Never ending.
But I keep pretending.
I’ll buy a lottery ticket, maybe I’ll win.
But the cashier finds sauce on my chin.
Anxiety sometimes helps me-
Leave the store without wasting any money.

anxietyrhyme

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