You'reNotAlone
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Anxiety is...
it's the silent killer.
I have to cater to everyone's needs.
I must but
it's not enough.
I'm trying so hard
it's never enough.
Wdon't they like me?
Introvert, Extrovert, Social-butterfly,
Kid who’s hiding in the corner sitting all alone.
All these titles all these labels
Curled up on an armchair
My fingers stained with ink or lead
Shaking hands and too many tears shed
I've never been able to get this anxiety under control
The slightest slip up and I feel completely alone
