Anxiety

 Another day, another dollar

Never quite getting my head above the water.

Xenacious in my wait for an end

I know it'll happen, I just dont know when.

Emptiness erodes all layers of my brain

trying and trying to push through all this pain.

Yet the harder I fight, the more I seem to drive myself insane.

This poem is about: 
Me

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