She's Real

I’ll stay awake, I’ll fight to keep my eyes open for my own sake, You see if I let them close my anxiety will think that she has the right to partake, My anxiety isn’t something that can be faked, It’s something that isn’t considered to be manmade, For that pit of worry in your stomach seems to never quite fade, It’s as if your emotions have been plotting relentlessly to invade. Not everyone understands it nor what it’s capable of, Not everyone will understand how desperately you want to scream that you’ve had enough. What people fail to realize is that you didn’t choose it, it chose you, Humble yet frightened to ask of anyone’s opinion on what to do, Too afraid that I’ll sound and look like a fool, Like most men in our generation my anxiety has become a tool.