Anxiety {differences}
Sometimes the anxiety
tries to eat me alive
somedays I escape,
get some stuff done;
redye my hair,
make a good meal,
dance, clean, create.
Somedays though,
it consumes me,
no matter how I try.
The difference is;
pure sheer luck
and chemicals
I have no control over,
both days I’m trying,
the difference is…
One gets recognized
as truly making an effort,
and the other?
Well, it gets seen as
being lazy, difficult,
by both myself
and society.
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