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Poetry: Being trapped

Eternal Bind of the Subconscious Mind
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My mind is lost in conscious thought
where every word becomes distraught
and every image that i see
runs through my head repeatedly

scenarios and fantasies
daydreams and anxieties

Every night I lay awake
contemplating til daybreak
A never-ending stream of words
of things I've seen or done or heard
Stressing over mistakes I made
or other things gone wrong that day

Analyzing things I do
my thoughts are like an unkempt zoo

I have so much anxiety
I tremble uncontrollably
my palms will sweat, my heart beats fast
until the nervousness has passed
I have panic attacks over miniscule things
Like four-way stops, or if the phone rings

I have to make sure I do things right
maybe that's why I'm so uptight
I'm so afraid that I will fail
I'm locked inside a mental jail

I weave a web in which I'm caught
where worriedness consumes my thoughts
over and over and over again
and never knowing if it will end

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