Poem: High Anxiety

High strung
and my morning just begun
cursing at "Da man"
for a game I haven't won...
by me.
Damn you, Anxiety!
Holding me back
while I search for facts.
Overthinking my next move
from my clothes, to my shoes
All these rules!
Of who to be and what to do
*sigh...*
I just want my time back..

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© Elle J. Nior