Generalized Anxiety

My brain drains my mind. I judge my inner critic. I blame myself for feeling guilty. Deaf is the blind man painting the sound of my dreams. I’m a big kid now. My thoughts think little of me. Silent are the letters in the poems I rhyme. My brain drains my mind. I’m too tired to dream of a better life.

My brain drains my mind. I judge my inner critic. I blame myself for feeling guilty. Deaf is the blind man painting the sound of my dreams. I’m a big kid now. My thoughts think little of me. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m the opposite of fine. My brain drains my mind. I’m stuck. I’m lost. I’m falling behind.

My brain drains my mind. I judge my inner critic. I blame myself for feeling guilty. Deaf is the blind man painting the sound of my dreams. I’m a big kid now. My thoughts think little of me. Silent are the letters in the poems I rhyme. My brain drains my mind. I’m too tired to dream of a better life.

My brain drains my mind. I judge my inner critic. I blame myself for feeling guilty. Deaf is the blind man painting the sound of my dreams. I’m a big kid now. My thoughts think little of me. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m the opposite of fine. My brain drains my mind. This is my poem. Here’s the last line.

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