| Posted on February 15, 2015 at 7:30 PM |
A glass of water, no room left to fill.
One more drop may see me spill.
A kettle crying out its angry pitch,
Boiling point reached but no off switch.
A car alarm blaring with no-one to hear,
Expect the worst, live in constant fear.
The battle must be faced, I don't get to choose,
Sometimes I win, sometimes I lose.
This is my life each and every day,
Living with anxiety, I must find a way.
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