Anxiety Attack
Half cocked with a glazed smile.
A Prozac induced nirvana.
I dont feel that this is really me.
I wear the face, so happy the clown.
With no makeup on my face,
Inside I cry.
I sense the madness.
I crawl with fear.
Dont know how I can make it through this day.
This predator a hairs length from my back.
It is getting ready to attack.
And I am still chemically happy.
Anxiety Attack!
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