anxiety. 


i don’t want to be right

i just want to be honest

lies keep evaporating my time

this home left me homeless

 

And i tried hiding

tried finding silence

swam the breadth of my heart

(shit.)

i almost drowned in it

 

and all these faces

they scare me sometimes

and i get sweaty palms

and forget all my lines

 

someone tells me

“stop picking at your finger

look, that one is bleeding

its not a lady like thing gal”

 

and this is maybe why

i’ve watched my phone ring

vibrating till it falls off the table…or dies

It’s just my way of dealing ma

with this anxiety thing

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