Anxiety

We are all bizarre, some of us are just better at hiding it.

We pull up our hoods and hide away. You don't even look our way.

While you see headphones, we hear the music.

We step to the beat, it's the only way we move our feet.

We try to stay awake, but our minds are full of earthquakes. 

We stick to ourselves, while we stock the shelves.

If you look closely you will see the condescending smiles of shame...dissappointment.

We aren't trying to let you down, we are just trying to pick ourselves up.

Watch out for us kids because we are running away from society.

It's the main source of our anxiety.

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Me
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sk8ermichelle

ABSOLUTELY ADORE IT!!!!!!

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