Anxiety
I had it once, now it’s gone
Like a knot it’s been undone
Was once so tight, now so slack
Happy times I wish I could have back
I sit a home, and feel so lonely
It’ll be great if that was all, if only…
Zombie on the outside, the living dead
But so many questions floating around my head
Confusions rains down, it pours
Pandora’s Box, I’ve opened the doors
No sign of anyone who can help
No sense of feelings or of myself
Where I can find the answers
Who am I? What am I?
Am I a dream? Or am I the dreamer?
Am I a thought? Or a complex computer,
How do my thoughts start? What makes them end?
What makes me do this? What makes me do that?
I know I overanalyze, I can’t help it
Thinking and gazing into space, as I sit
Why can’t I accept the wisdom of those around
Not letting myself accept the answers I’ve found
I want to free myself from my mind
And not just to pretend
Everything’s okay everything’s fine
I want to be NORMAL… When it’s going to end….
Copyright © Amar Qamar | Year Posted 2016
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