How many people suffer the way I do?
Like you?
The variety.

I am trapped in anxiety.
In my world
All I see is a swirl.
Gazing into your eyes.
Content.
But I'm dazing.
Away into fear.
Locked in panic.
Don't wipe my tear,
It's normal for me to be manic.

Does not mean I enjoy it.
Crying over something so ordinary.
I'll just sit
Pretending I'm writing something extraordinary.

...

But inside I'm stressing
Not superhero obsessing.