Heavy is the head that wears the crown,
Mine carries the burden of anxiety which weighs it down.
Often my thoughts flood irrepressibly as I try to remain sound,
But my fears anchor deeply, and I start to feel myself drown.
The rivers of solicitude and unease conflux,
Flowing downstream into the dam acting as my emotional crutch,
It can no longer regulate this pressure as it’s too much to handle.
It bursts and breaks down and I’m left feeling trampled.
I buried myself deep underground,
Cut myself off from society and didn’t want to be found
But like a spring I found an opening to the surface and emerged again.
Back stronger than ever and won’t be the person I was back then.