Storm Within

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It's like having a constant storm inside,
Thunder and lightning, an endless ride.
Heart racing, palms sweating, mind spinning,
The fear and worry, never quitting.

It's like drowning in your own thoughts,
A deep sea of anxiety that never stops.
Trying to swim to the surface, to breathe,
But the waves keep crashing, never leave.

It's a weight on your chest, hard to ignore,
A constant feeling of unrest and more.
Your own mind turning against you,
Making it hard to know what's true.

It's like walking a tightrope every day,
Trying to keep the balance, not sway.
The fear of falling, of losing control,
A never-ending battle for your soul.

It's like a thief stealing your peace,
A constant struggle that doesn't cease.
Robbing you of your joy and your light,
A shadow that stays with you day and night.

It's like being lost in a crowd,
Though it's quiet, it's so loud.
A feeling that's hard to expound,
And an emotion that's so profound.

It's like drowning in an ocean of fears,
Falling apart, breaking into tears.
A feeling of anxiety that always appears,
A weight on your chest that blocks all cheers.

It's like being chased by an invisible foe,
An unknown enemy that you can't seem to know.
A feeling that you're never alone,
And a thought that your mind can't postpone.

It's a feeling that's hard to describe,
A thought that seems to hide.
An emotion that you can't push aside,
And a feeling that won't subside.

It's like a storm brewing inside,
A feeling that you can't abide.
A battle that's hard to hide,
And a struggle you cannot confide.

It's like a panic that won't subside,
The anxiety gnaws at you from the inside.
The constant worry isn't something you can hide,
And the thoughts won't shut off, like a never-ending ride.

It's the feeling of dread that won't go away,
A constant nagging that's here to stay.
The overwhelming emotions that's hard to convey,
And the darkness that's always on display.

It's like being trapped in your own mind,
The negative feelings that you can't help but find.
The constant worry that you're always behind,
And a feeling that there's no way out to bind.

In conclusion, anxiety is like nothing else,
A feeling that can be impossible to quell.
It's a daily battle that we must compel,
And a struggle that we must learn to excel.

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