anxiety

the pressure of the day ahead

my mind is already filled with dread

i am stuck in an open box

easy to find but constantly lost

and i can leave but i am scared of the commitment

scared to die but struggling to live

in a world where i am separated

from the best scenario

because optimists always fall

and i would rather jump to my demise

be in control of my own destruction

at least it wont be a surprise that it did not work out

and even if it would have

i will never know

because prevention is better than cure

a life collaterally damaged by anxiety

a life wondering why i have not achieved

happiness