I am a worrier
I worry about every second
Of every minute
Of every day
I have tried meditation
And medication
Other and various form of sedation
But nothing helps
I worry about you
And if I will see 50
I worry about every penny in my pocket
Some days I can't sleep
Or eat
It's who I am
And no one really understands it
That my belly churns
Or my thoughts run on and on
I worry about things I can't possibly control
There is no inner peace for me
That's why I find happiness so hard to grasp
Because I would worry if it was real
It's a sickness
And I worry about this sickness
It eats me up
But keeps me sharp
And always ready
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