A quiet anxiety
creeps in and
invades every
cell of my body.
I keep my face
placid,
projecting
nothing.
I can't let
those around
me, see me
as I fall
and fade
away from
who I am.
It's building,
the fear,
the doubt.
the uncontrollabe
urge to bolt,
to run, run
as fast
as I can
away from this
painful and
unhappy life.
I look frantically
for my release,
for my mind to
analyze the
irrational
beliefs
wrapped up in
my anxious
energy.
It is exhausting
and I know
unrealistic,
but my mind
keeps flashing
the images
of all my
failures,
their words
written across
the brick wall
that surrounds
my heart.
This anxiety
eats at me
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