The Anxiety Poem

The stressful day she's had

A doggo she saw and adored

What she'd like to do tomorrow

The discipline she'd like to follow

The future that seems bleak and cold

The tales that her mom once told

She can't stop, she can't hold

She keeps talking in her head

As a thousand things unfold

In her head, it won't stop

Going back and forth

From stories and dialogues,

The imaginary should have beens

And wondering if she could ever be

The person that she's idealized

That doesn't exist, unrealistic

It goes on and on and on

In her head, there's no break

There's no silence, 

Only a storm she cannot shake

Every emotion- extreme

She doesn't even know what they mean

Every error is blunder

Disapproval is just slander

Good news is a short term excitement

And bad news is straight up disaster

There's no in between, no average

Anything but a hundred is zero

Excellence, would she ever reach? 

Yeah, she knows. She can't be perfect

Though she could settle for a little less

But even that is too difficult to get

Her work, her effort, her sweat

It doesn't even matter, she's just a rambling idiot. 

Like this poem, 

It never seems to end

On and on it goes

In her restless head

One day she hopes

Her brain tires out, wears away

Thoughts cease, and the mumblings stop

But then, it would be the day

She'd no longer be herself anymore

Without these thoughts to entertain

She knows, she's all alone

So is it really so bad

To let her thoughts have control? 

She'll never understand, nor would you

What makes anxiety so powerful and strong?

Yeah, a parasite, it is never gone

But it wakes her up, keeps her afloat

Or she'd fall beneath the ground