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The Silent Struggle

ANXIETY, 2005 painting by Mary Woronov

Anxiety, a demon I cannot shake

It lurks within, a constant ache

In this world of knowledge and history

I am but a small, flawed entity

I pace the floors, my mind ablaze

With thoughts of failure, of future haze

I try to study, to focus, to grow

But the demon whispers, "You never know"

I try to ignore it, to push it aside

But it lingers, a constant tide

A weight upon my shoulders, a noose around my neck

Anxiety, the curse I cannot shed

The hours tick by, the night grows old

But sleep eludes me, my mind uncontrolled

I toss and turn, I count the sheep

But the demon whispers, "You cannot sleep"

It's in the silence, it's in the noise

It's in the laughter, it's in the joys

It's in the shadows, it's in the light

Anxiety, my constant fright

It's a voice that speaks to me of all my flaws

And all the ways I'll fall short

It's a weight that drags me to the ground

A constant ache that's hard to sort

Anxiety, a demon that I'm chained to

A feeling that I cannot undo

It's a battle that I wage within

A war that I cannot win.


The Scream, 1893 by Edvard Munch

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