A Love Letter To My Anxiety
When will I be able to escape you? When will I stop submitting to your lies? I thought I got rid of you for good.
When will I be able to escape you? When will I stop submitting to your lies? I thought I got rid of you for good.
We suppress that inner child, go on the subway, listen to the same old playlist, pretend to be happy in front of friends and co-workers, and think “Why am I like this?”