I created some dumb poem I hate,

As the darkness surrounds me in my bed,
It reminds me of the pain.
The demons screaming in my head,
The roof echos the rain.

But no matter what the anxiety is allways seeping in.

But it can never escape, its part of me, like a fish has a fin.

I would like to keep it far away and lock it in a chest

But it makes me allways feel like I never do my best.

I know that life can be good,
But I get nothing out of it...
Because I’m always in a mood,
Or getting in a panicked fit.

The light at the end of the tunnel is so far away

Everyone just lies about the fact that they will stay.

I will always, always feel alone even if someone is there

My anxiety controls me like an angered mare.

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