Anxiety is real
Dominic Bonds12 Plays
•5 months ago
In the realm of my mind, a battle I face, Anxiety's grip, a relentless chase. Like shadows that haunt, in the depths I reside, Where fear and doubt collide, side by side. I'm caught in a maze, a labyrinth of thought, Where logic and reason seem to be lost. My heart pounds like thunder, a drum in my chest, As anxious thoughts swarm, leaving me unrest. In this mental storm, I struggle to find, A moment of peace, a solace to bind. My mind races on, like a runaway train, Derailing my focus, causing me pain. But through the haze, a glimmer of hope, A melody emerges, giving me scope. I channel my fears into words that flow, Transforming my struggles into a rhythmic glow. Like Drake, I pour my soul into these lines, Rhymes that resonate, connecting the signs. Anxiety becomes my muse, a creative force, Guiding me through the darkness, its relentless course. In every verse, I find release, A catharsis that brings me inner peace. My lyrics become a mirror, reflecting the fight, The journey towards healing, shedding new light. So I keep on writing, letting the words fly, Embracing the struggle, reaching for the sky. With every rhyme, I reclaim my power, Transforming anxiety into an artistic flower.
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In the realm of my mind, a battle I face, Anxiety's grip, a relentless chase. Like shadows that haunt, in the depths I reside, Where fear and doubt collide, side by side. I'm caught in a maze, a labyrinth of thought, Where logic and reason seem to be lost. My heart pounds like thunder, a drum in my chest, As anxious thoughts swarm, leaving me unrest. In this mental storm, I struggle to find, A moment of peace, a solace to bind. My mind races on, like a runaway train, Derailing my focus, causing me pain. But through the haze, a glimmer of hope, A melody emerges, giving me scope. I channel my fears into words that flow, Transforming my struggles into a rhythmic glow. Like Drake, I pour my soul into these lines, Rhymes that resonate, connecting the signs. Anxiety becomes my muse, a creative force, Guiding me through the darkness, its relentless course. In every verse, I find release, A catharsis that brings me inner peace. My lyrics become a mirror, reflecting the fight, The journey towards healing, shedding new light. So I keep on writing, letting the words fly, Embracing the struggle, reaching for the sky. With every rhyme, I reclaim my power, Transforming anxiety into an artistic flower.
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