My mind is full of things I cannot say aloud, and it is running out of space.
It's so crowded and loud, I can't drown out the sound of the voice.
Her voice.
Asking me endless questions that I keep second guessing, she makes me forget what I'm doing.
She's no friend of mine, though I know her too well.
For she resides within me,
Her name is anxiety.
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Walk Between the Lines
PoetryAn expression of my thoughts and emotions through ambiguous writing. Poetic, isn't it?
