Anxiety ate my aggression
My willfulness, intelligence, and personality
And I thought it was serious
Anxiety took my passion
Hope and dreams
Dammed the streams
Blocking all inspiring words
Not allowed to reach the tip of the tongue
Unable to slide from the mouth to
The pencil which swishes softly on paper
Anxiety stole my sweet stories and poems
Curse it and bless what I've obtained now
For a power so potently pushed me
I love every minute of the past
Praying it will continue to last
Shitlessly scared of what the future will hold
Hoping I will obtain the courage to be bold
As the time slowly slips away
(Never to be here anytime the exact same)
Tomorrow will never be this day
And I'm naively knowing everything will remain
Yet yesterday is but a simple memory
And tomorrow is just an untold story
I desperately need to knw that this fairytale
Will surely end happily ever after
But realizing life, I simply smuggle a smile
Ending this poem in an uproar of laughter.
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