i know what you think.
that last one bared
all of my fears, and
held nothing back.
subtlety, not there,
bonked on the head,
“i’m not okay, and
here’s why that is.”
and you might be
a little bit scared,
but please don’t be.
this is no cry for help,
i’m not planning on
leaving you all.
there’s so much more
that life can offer me.
these are my flaws,
out in full display,
that i need to work on.
i blame no one else,
it’s all on me now.
i created this mess,
i made it happen.
will it be an easy fix?
nope, probably not.
anxiety doesn’t leave,
it stays forever, but
the best thing to do
is try to manage it,
and not let it destroy
what i’ve worked
so hard to create.
i’ll try my best.
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