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Quiet

There are times I speak my mind others, I’m better off alone This treachery of confidence Sneaks up and slices my neck, Leaving the words forced to stay in my throat I wish I could enlighten those around me I wish I could make sense But no matter how many times I try- I have anxiety as a best friend. I never realized the significance before And now it’s all I see Consumed by the power of my alter ego- And my happiness spirals spontaneously One minute I’m okay, the next a mindful mess I’ll never know who’s right, My inner voice or my ego A relentless battle nonetheless- One I’ve no choice but to face Patiently waiting for this battle to end But who am I trying to pretend?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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