Anxiety

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    Anxiety

    In the morning it seems like nothing is there.
    Come the night is the panic and all of my fear.
    I can see the future for so it seems.
    There is too much to process, take me to my dreams.

    There is emptiness inside me as the pills kick in.
    It's a chemical imbalance that that burns at the skin.
    An addiction is the need to dull the pain inside.
    I panic for the pills that keep me alive.



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    WickedAngel commented on Anxiety

    03-30-2009

    For real

    joker88 commented on Anxiety

    02-20-2009

    There is no Chemical imbalance in this poem, keep taken the pills.

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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