there is no rhyme or reason to my existence, no pattern
all there is, is a dance
my anxiety in a nutshell
"it’s not the type of energy that invigorates you and inspires you. it’s the type that eats you, the type that makes you scared of yourself. it’s so goddamned potent that you feel like if you focused it all outwardly in one direction, whatever you were looking at would burst into flames."
you know i sneak up on myself, throw myself off balance
cover up my eyes and ears when i know i need guidence
this pride is, it’s somethin that mutated into something
that doesn’t keep me strong anymore