I must admit what might be some really fucked up shit.
I am jealous of those whose anxiety
propels them to action
whose inner fears cause them to try harder, dig deeper
To move
Cause, see,
my anxiety stagnates me
It chains me down where I stand
Hands me a spade
And talks me through digging myself into a hole that I will have a very hard time getting out of.
It sinks me in my sorrow
And drowns me in my tears.
Renders me stuck.
But I suppose you're stuck too.
You may appear to be moving but you might not actually be going anywhere it won't find you.
Can I be stuck with you?