Sitting in amongst the crowd;
Wallowing in my anxiety
Head phones on, drowning out sounds;
That echoes everyday, in the crowds
Watching them carrying on, life absently
Music allowing me to push pause; and
Remove myself, to reclaim individuality.
Here I can be myself and create
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Where anxiety is not so real;
I am a mystery as I breath
Taking my surroundings and make my own reality;
Creativity has that capacity, like an act of God
Not one though as I can't bear the sound of my name
In amongst the crowd, I found;
The appidmey of my anxiety
Seclusion;