A self centred anxiety
fills me
as I stroll into work.
late.
My sense of shame that I cant be like others
even if I have a genuine excuse
I was at the doctor.
they'll think I'm faulty
and this condition may cause
trouble in the future.
think about the money.
yet, the sun shines
and these worries
are irrelevant in the long game
of life
if it wasn't this it would be something else
worry, the drug.
let me be free
from your clutches
God, show me mercy
©mairtin
M