An Original Poem About Anxiety.
It wasn’t what I thought.
ASK ME ABOUT MY SUNGLASSES.
Its not chicken soup for the soul, I can say that much…
I’m just saying is all…
Kids say the darndest things.
at least I know my faults, right?
The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, but you’ll probably need to take a left at the esophagus…
The baddest of the baddest of the people I would least like to have dinner with.
Don’t we all?
Waaaaaaaay worse than you think.