I Own My Anxious
I own that anxious feeling waking from a dream
To come crashing through the medley
I sought its slumber in drugged apathy
But it was as always midnight spice
And shameless violence in a torture-cage
Wracked, wrecked and plundered
I knew why but I didn't know how
How, how, how to stop it.
You weaken me.
But I comfort my illusions
And carry on with my life
You my cheap delusion and never-ending strife.
To come crashing through the medley
I sought its slumber in drugged apathy
But it was as always midnight spice
And shameless violence in a torture-cage
Wracked, wrecked and plundered
I knew why but I didn't know how
How, how, how to stop it.
You weaken me.
But I comfort my illusions
And carry on with my life
You my cheap delusion and never-ending strife.
♠ ♠ ♠
This is my first attempt to write about my anxiety. I hated writing it. I decided to throw it out, but I decided seen as it actually had a message, and so was directed, I would publish it.