anxietydisorder
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Humans all participate in a simple task.
It makes society easier, if we all wear a mask.
Everyone possesing secerets, stories we choose to disguise.
All carrying a fake persona, so they'll believe our lies.
No one knows the pain I'm in, so i'll show them
No one sees my pain, until they have to sew them
I know this, I know this, I know this, I don't, I do.
I understand how to find the
acceleration of a runner when
given the change in time but
I don't know what that runner would
Here I am
Yesterday's make-up smeared
Hair a tangled mess
Skin cold and dry
Eyes barely open
And this tightness in my chest I can't seem to shake.
One thought over and over
And over and over
I'm stuck.
Stuck here with these people,
Doing things that make me unhappy.
...And things that make them unhappy
I go to the very place of my unravelings everyday against my own will.
I try to control this urge,
To not lift my hand up to my head.
Waiting for this feeling to submerge,
For if I pull I'll for sure regret.
Can't keep my hands still,
I must find something to do.
