I wrote this in August of 2020 when

Thoughts in my head 

 race up and down

Thoughts about 

my mediocre reality

Thoughts about all 

of the failures in my life–

I want it to stop 

 but my brain-

my crazy brain won’t stop

SO I keep thinking

Is it just a matter of time

before he tires of me and leaves?

Will I ever reach that sweet spot 

 of stability and contentment?

Or will I always live this miserable 

  experience of dreadful anxiety?