Quiet
There are times I speak my mind
others, I’m better off alone
This treachery of confidence
Sneaks up and slices my neck,
Leaving the words forced to stay in my throat
I wish I could enlighten those around me
I wish I could make sense
But no matter how many times I try-
I have anxiety as a best friend.
I never realized the significance before
And now it’s all I see
Consumed by the power of my alter ego-
And my happiness spirals spontaneously
One minute I’m okay, the next a mindful mess
I’ll never know who’s right,
My inner voice or my ego
A relentless battle nonetheless-
One I’ve no choice but to face
Patiently waiting for this battle to end
But who am I trying to pretend?
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