Every time I see a silver car I become alert
And I immediately check the make and model
I do this not because I hope it is you,
But because I’m praying it’s not.
If anxiety could speak
It wouldn’t be a scream
But a whine
One that stalls and flows
Comes and goes
At the most inopportune times
I think that’s the sum of worry
And the distinction from attention seeking
Anxiety makes u search for the bad,
In order to find peace in the good.