anxiety (Remove filter)
terrified
my mind is a maze
a dark labyrinth
a closed trap
my thoughts run around like scared mice
they’re squeaking and scampering
and running around in a craze
delusional, one might say
loud and quiet and fast
they’re mad and shy and cry
but only because they’re terrified
they just want to be saved, to be heard
but my mouth doesn’t open
doesn’t say a word
it’s weak a...
Thursday 12th November 2020 3:01 am
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