Anxiety, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you eat, skip and hide,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the awful pride.
I so love my book
Creative and exciting.
It has rife bold styles
And rife personalities
I want to find peace
My heart is a forest fire
When is it my time
My life is kind of a mess right now
Everything is so jumbled and crazy
My parents are trying really hard to
Get us back, but I still linger in an
Crazy - tormenter of my dreams
My passion is the raving crazy
Once I sat engaged and crazing
Once upon a midnight moronic
I walk around unknowingly of life.
Could my life be more rewarding and rich?
Would I be a wonderful housewife,
Or would I be a better devious witch?