Everyday is the same
I'm on the constant list for who's to blame

The anxiety is traumatic
And everyone else is enigmatic
A severely selfish misunderstanding of my intrusive thoughts
The hope for another good day has remained short



For please give me the life I want
To be a historian and author
To stop being neglected
And start being selected
For the category of good person, for I always try my best
But people and anxiety always want to put me to the test.



To anxiety, I'm it's ever so frequent guest