Anxious Confession Poem by Laura arwen

I must be
more objective and
less obsessive
Periodically and repeatedly
I am attracted
to the most
insignificant things
I have to
concentrate more on
what I'm doing
I'm tired of
everything
I need some
time to rearrange
my ideas and
organize my sad
days
If I don't
write my thoughts
I feel out
of control
I feel very
agitated if I
have to do
something new or
appear in public
Sometimes I am
desperate not to
have money, other
times to spend
money
Under the cloud
sky I find
peace and inspiration
I'm so anxious
to be alone
that it bothers
me
I do not
like being manipulated
but I am
continually
I would like
more control of
things and less
uncertainty
I don't have
the patience to
endure the pain
for a long
time
It is a
torment I can't
do what I
have in mind