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Published by Te-Erika
A poem about anxiety
A poem about anxiety

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Published by: Te-Erika on Nov 25, 2010
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She¶s MurmuringWords by Te-ErikaI¶m sick And no its not HIVThose fake letters got nothing on the demon that resides inside of meMentally he¶s killing meHe lives with meBreathes in meWhispers to meConsistentlyAnd I debate with himQuite audiblyYou see meYou watch me freak Responding to an imaginary voiceThat¶s suffocates my best meMaybe self-improvement isn't the answer Maybe self-destruction is the keyCuz if I could manage to murder that beastIt may release me from captivityThey want to dim my lightTake these and forget about heWalk and talk like they doBecome a cog in the wheel like me
I was born to be a healer This tragic gift guides meBut the burden behind the gift releasedIs the crosses I burn internallyI cracked open my own skullSat it down next to the TVPoked about and shockedI found the answer Though I couldn¶t grasp its meaningI¶m sick But I wasn¶t born this wayShell shocked on a planet that forgot how to loveI try to send love & light your wayYou shoot back daggers and twisted rainbowsI pull you close to my breastYou reach through me and pierce my heartAnd I let you walk awayYou tell me to follow youBut I feel the sting of each stepYour methods taze my inner meTil I¶m sick within myself I talk to myself I have toCuz outside my head no one understandsThis fake ass world
These fake ass plansChasing fake ass dreamsMade by fake ass menI now withstand your blowsBut to do this I had to let goOf heaven and hellAnd fables and talesTaught to rob me and teach meThrough men¶s twisted meaningsAnd I buzz when I see himAnd I buzz when he¶s near meAnd I buzz when you touch meAnd I buzz when you see meSo I tip toe through vinings and ashes and dustPlease Stand back Don¶t get too closeShe¶s murmuringShe¶s doing it againWatch her and laughShe¶s a loon-loony binBut if you had gutsIf you had the giftYou could sift through my chatter And see the brillianceI talk to myself 

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