anxious (i);

written 5-10-19, early hours of the morning;

A kick in the teeth-
two fingers in half bloodied
yet full of rage- help bury your secret,
hiding your true self-
the truth. Subjective.
I say one thing, you hear another
and it spirals
left right round and round
helter skelter of thoughts of images of i’m never going to sleep tonight-
soothing tones
tranquillity

paranoia sets in

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