Sometimes I feel like a wounded animal cowering in the corner waiting to strike back at the slightest threat.
Sometimes I'm inspired by everything I see.
Sometimes I want to hide away from the horrors that this life brings.
Sometimes I want to scream.
Sometimes I want to sing.
Sometimes I give myself anxiety over having anxiety about some medial task I used to easily perform.
Sometimes I have trouble slowing it down.
That racing pounding feeling in my chest and head.
I remind myself that I'm in control but I question which one of me that is.
Sometimes I can turn it off and sometimes it hums on for days.
Sometimes I question how I got this way.
Sometimes the outside world is this big scary place. I'm looking for threats coming from all directions. I'm constantly questioning people's true intentions. Oh and the disaster thoughts constantly thinking of the worst case scenario makes it hard to enjoy life.
Sometimes I fear things will never get better. Sometimes I can't express myself not even get out a letter.
Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who feels this way. When I know that too many suffer like me everyday.
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