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Poem: High On Anxiety
FromPoetry
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1 minute
Released:
Jul 23, 2020
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High On Anxiety
Who goes there?
Was it you?
I seem to see everything.
The way she plays with her hair,
The way he bounces in his chair,
The way I make people stare.
Stop looking!
Stop staring.
What’s there to see?
Apart from a small withdrawn figure,
That seems to look a lot like me.
My face looks sullen,
With two black eyes,
A repetitive trait,
Passed down by generations of love and hate.
It’s funny how I judge others staring at me,
When I know I stare longer at thee.
This is the way my brain works,
When I’m high on Anxiety.
It’s a class A,
Used and abused by all in our society.
It’s the only deal money can’t buy,
One soul in exchange for this god damn high.
Who goes there?
Was it you?
I seem to see everything.
The way she plays with her hair,
The way he bounces in his chair,
The way I make people stare.
Stop looking!
Stop staring.
What’s there to see?
Apart from a small withdrawn figure,
That seems to look a lot like me.
My face looks sullen,
With two black eyes,
A repetitive trait,
Passed down by generations of love and hate.
It’s funny how I judge others staring at me,
When I know I stare longer at thee.
This is the way my brain works,
When I’m high on Anxiety.
It’s a class A,
Used and abused by all in our society.
It’s the only deal money can’t buy,
One soul in exchange for this god damn high.
Released:
Jul 23, 2020
Format:
Podcast episode
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