Anxiety

Many days I wake with this longing ache

To feel normal, even human

Always trying to keep that feeling from looming

Some days are okay, others just keep me at bay

Constantly searching for "happy"

While everyone thinks I'm just being sappy

Look into my eyes, can't you see?

I desperately wish this wasn't me

I try to be strong and brave...

But my mind feels like a cave

Dark and cold full of worry, hope, and mystery

All I can think is of my own history

People coming and going

Only leaving their true colors showing

I'd like to believe I'm worthy and that maybe someone will see

All that I am trying to be

Eventually this storm will pass 

But how long will this anxiety last?