Maybe I just expect more
It feels like I'm running out of time, but what for?
Maybe I can't speak as much as I prefer
Why do these thoughts occur?
This sounds dumb, I should just leave
It's just my anxiety, can you confirm?
God dammit, just give me the term
Can you hear it now, the sirens in the distance?
I've never really gotten assistance when I was thinking about my existence
For instance when I was at my lowest;sitting there unfocused
Looking at the bitter, folks unnoticed
What did I do? Well, I ain't got a clue
Then I found the source of the pain
There was no rainbow in that rain
The reason we find to seek
All our weaknesses are unique
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Poems Of Creatvity And Creation
PoetryPoetry, where it lives "The ones who are trying to define us are the ones that are lost"
