I have found
I can astound
Much abound
With the lines I write
Funny things
Often sing
Not always the king
Not always right
Serious message too
From me to you
Life is not always fun
Sometimes we run
Run I did
For many years
Run I did
From needless fears
The beast chased
With much haste
Through the dreams
Many screams
In the daytime too
Few are the years
With no fears
Or the tears
Please no smears
More than just a few
This problem is real
Sounding trill
The mind will fill
With a shrill
That will kill
No looking back
This is fact
This beast
Will feast
At the least
Not in kind
On the mind
You might find
From behind
Happens all the time
Wrapped in a fog
Not a dog
Really, stuck in a bog
This problem is real
Break the seal
Takes much will
To beat it
Beat it you can
Take a stand
All in your hands
Control is you
If only for just a few
Where you are going
Only you can be knowing.
Others are just rowing.
Please behold
We are not mold.
Anxiety is real
We need help to heal
Don’t push us away
We have much to say
Don’t always want to play
Could be a bad day
Perfection is our key
This is what people don’t see
We want to be your friend
It takes time to mend
Don’t assume our life
You don’t know our strife
–Bryan Vest
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