Anxiety

I need a break from my mind

From those thoughts that rise up like magic tricks

Bursting into a million pieces

Before I can trace their roots.

I need to break out of this cycle

Of trying to figure out why

And then the why of that why

And then the why of that why of that why

The made up becauses

It doesn't matter it doesn't matter it doesn't matt-

But it does.

It's not real it's not real it's not re-

But it is.

I need a switch that I could flick

every time the voice refuses to silence.