Social rehearsal,
it can happen a million times
and still never play out as anticipated.
So many deep breaths, sighs,
and much hope for a great outcome.
Yet, at the end of the night,
you're stuck with the same
screeching chalkboard
creeks in your thoughts.
Then you hold yourself accountable
over anything, and everything;
your hair, choice of dress, your voice,
that stupid blemish on your cheek,
the body you were born in.
The list grows bigger and bigger,
and swells to things you can not change.
You can NOT change!
Is this really what it boils down to?
Do you really believe that?
Maybe some things don’t need to change,
but I can tell you one thing for sure,
this anxious way of thinking DOES!
Because it's much too busy
tearing my mind to bits
while I've got more
important things to do.
Such as- living my life without
being pushed into a corner
by anxiety’s warm embrace.
