Umbrellas are a sunlight of hope
Biting off the toes of Lady Anxious
Are you an umbrella?
Fighting the eerie hurricane in the hallway
Lady, Lady how contrary
The way your temper grows
When you pick a fight
And flaunt your rights
Until you temper blows
You come back home to moan and groan about a special someone
But when you do you realize soon that you were making assumptions
Eerie, is the sky
Taking up my existence
Some people don't think of me as their sky
But more as the nitrogen
Readily starting down the waterfall
Oh how I love Lady Anxious!
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esprit malade
Poetrya penny for my thoughts? trigger warning: depression, eating disorders, anxiety etc.
