Catch Up.

This is my anxiety. 

This is me.

Trying to figure out morality.

But I can’t even see.

Gnawing at my lips.

Going to town.

Honest to God, 

It was at the tip of my tongue.

But I guess it just fell down.

To the back of my throat.

God, it’s really lodged back there.

I guess you could say that I’m just trying to stay afloat.

But nobody really seems to care.

Talking to myself with fascination. 

Think I finally got that word worked up,


I might need a checkup.


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