Anxiety
1/3 Because the grapevine is wild; Every step, every uttered thought, Is going to reach it- Sooner or later. And you sow the seeds yourself The fruits it bears are your Missteps, mistakes and misadventures. Playing a twisted game Of acting like a broken record And as luck would have it, It'll only play when you are least prepared for it But are you ever, really? Nude by Harry Holland 2/3 It's like the uninvited guests Who try to barge in When you don't even have the strength to get up from your bed And there's just clutter- in your room, in your head You would give anything for them to think There's no one home. 3/3 Sometimes you are going to wake up At wee hours in the night You'll be sweating And you wouldn't know why You'd want to cry and yell And your heart would race, running from the voices You'd doubt everything and everyone. Yourself the most. You'd apologize to yourself ...