How many people suffer the way I do?
Like you?
The variety.
I am trapped in anxiety.
In my world
All I see is a swirl.
Gazing into your eyes.
Content.
But I'm dazing.
Away into fear.
Locked in panic.
Don't wipe my tear,
It's normal for me to be manic.
Does not mean I enjoy it.
Crying over something so ordinary.
I'll just sit
Pretending I'm writing something extraordinary.
...
But inside I'm stressing
Not superhero obsessing.
YOU ARE READING
Plain Jane
شِعرWhy are you so plain? Hmm? Plain, you're plain. 💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧 Poetry by yours truly.
