Restless

A poem about suffering from anxiety.

RESTLESS

I confess that I’ve been blessed
With an allergy to authority
I close my shell when they try to tell
Me what’s best for me.

I’ve been cursed to think the worst
And nurture negativity
To bend and break and make mistake
Of any joy you give to me.

Because I’m a walking atom bomb
A pot ready to boil over
Restless way into the dead of night.

In need of sleep and self-control
A burning supernova
My heart beats so quickly through this chest so tight.

Am I all right?

Lonely days, a boring maze
I walk in this fractured life
Times I spent came and went
It cuts me like a knife.

But now no one’s around, they’re married or underground
And I’m bored to death and tears
Walking alone, fits that I’ve thrown
Wells full of my deepest fears.