Anxiety Attack

Half cocked with a glazed smile.

A Prozac induced nirvana.

I don’t 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.

Don’t 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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