Anxiety,
Why be
So vengeful
Against your own body.
Making me want to hide me.
Lie to me,
All while you vie with me.
Nerves tangle in my hands
When you take your foreboding stance
They beckon me to lead,
And beseech you to concede.
Listening is never your tactic,
So I am forced to hold you in.
To not let anyone see
The constant anxiety
And how my mind lies so easily.
Why be
So vengeful
Against your own body.
Making me want to hide me.
Lie to me,
All while you vie with me.
Nerves tangle in my hands
When you take your foreboding stance
They beckon me to lead,
And beseech you to concede.
Listening is never your tactic,
So I am forced to hold you in.
To not let anyone see
The constant anxiety
And how my mind lies so easily.
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