I am (my anxiety poem)

I am

I am mad and I burn,
I wonder, why do they all run away?
I hear the trees whispering the day after tomorrow,
I see the wind dancing with the signs of my sorrow.
I want to live many lives all wrapped in one, if I stay.
I am mad and I burn.

I pretend I’m a rock, but you'll find
I feel every breath stabbing my mind
I touch my dreams for a while,
I worry I’ll crash them in denial.
I cry for I am only human.
I am mad and I burn.

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