Anxiety
How dim and doomed my mind is
When I try to explain my disorder to own self and others,
Just as much as I hope to tighten up the loose balls
And invite the dead into my home, I can’t.
I can’t do anything much except what I can’t explain to you.
It tells me aggressively like I’ve been deaf since I ever gave in to thinking, to the world
“Stay away from me!” it says, “leave me lonely in my soul for my want,
Incline your poisonous superficies to eliminate me, this is who I am!”
Can’t you tell? My caring and love crucifies me with no patience,
It reminds the crying kid sat underneath the brain protector how anxiety forgets she lives,
Sat there lonely with scars, bleeding eyes and forgets life
How this has become the daily course of the grand part…
I can’t explain to you how I feel nor to me,
My undying memories behold the theme of my confused situation
And all I know is I will be fine trying to be okay.
Copyright © Melisa Moyo | Year Posted 2016
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