I sit and the obsessions rise
My anxiety is out of control
Soon I will be a blubbering mass
of flesh
The pills only half do their job
And the Psychiatrists chatter
Do they really know what will help
My therapist tells me to light candles
And play soft music
I wonder if this is some sort of trick
Meanwhile my body shakes and tears
stream down my face
I am in hell again
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