Approaching Anxiety
Weakness revealed for all to see
From the bleeding heart upon your sleeve
We hear your anxious muffled heaves
And will try to soothe your desperate plea
“You’re not cut out for this sort of thing!”
Is what your mind was yelling
Like an inconvenient bell was rang
A lie that you keep selling
Don’t buy the con, we see the truth
It isn’t something we believe
Stop acting like a mental sleuth
There’s no mystery to achieve
Those hyper thoughts must be unmade
To flee from your own prison
Quickly with a sharpened blade
Anxiety meets excision
MOONSHINE NOCTURNE 