My mind races. Constantly worried.
Why is my mind in such a hurry to think only the worst of things?
I hate this feeling that anxiety brings.
It’s unfair to judge me and say, “Just push those bad feelings away!”
And please don’t hastily choose.. until you’ve already walked a day in my shoes.
Panic always prevails.. and I lose.
I pray one day this insanity ends.
But until then, I will hide and pretend
and hope some relief comes soon.