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