Anxiety
I can’t see ahead of me
I can’t stand it
That you took my self esteem
And I dream
I’ll get it back.
I can’t sleep
Panic
And I’m frantic
About independence lost
So I’ll fight
Whatever the cost.
I can’t move
Stress
As you try
To repress
Our voices,
How can I,
When you take our choices?
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