It’s all in my head and I’m trapped inside Anxiety is a dictator and i have to abide the rules I’m trapped in this unfair way where you can’t choose how you feel You don’t want it yet it’s surreal Yet we soldier on when it gets at its worst Nobody really knows when your about to burst There is no way out I wish there were a dial to spin Or a button to push that would stop it from within Its tiring, you know analysing every word every tone That’s voiced from others to the way they place their bones I just wish to be free, to let down my hair To ride a motor bike and feel the air Against my skin without a thought or fear Or an anxiety fuelled tear I mean I’ll never have the true guts to speak what I’m believe But that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t try to achieve What I wanna say, but you know it’s ok I feel the peace of getting rid of my thoughts of today So that I can live a better tomorrow. That’s fine One day I will realise that I define myself The dictionary of self that they read Hold what I see and have agreed In me, not what anxiety may think Or then inability of me to unlink Yesterday’s thoughts to tomorrow’s actions Affecting interactions.

One day, and when that day is here I will stand in-front of you and hope to get a cheer To say you aren’t alone Just pick up the phone Is daunting I know I was there one time ago There are people that can assist To help you achieve a form of bliss That you may not get on your own So just pick up the phone

If the ocean was red Would the trees still be green? If my heart was blue would you still love me?

If the sky stayed pink As if the sun was going down Would the water rethink What colour it is now?

If fire was white Would buildings still burn Would smoke rise What would we learn

If the sun was black Would plants still grow If we couldn’t see the light Would there be a rainbow