Anxiety 2

At a place where talking to a plant,

Is better than talking to a human and have it called a rant,

If covering skin is covering anxiety then damn I'm wearing a full sleeve and a pant,

If hope were the size of an insect then mine would be an ant,

A hundred things to sort out, all while procrastinating,

I don't want any more help, for too long I've been waiting,

To get what I gave, but all I get is a rating,

Of how good I am when I'm at my worst, people can be infuriating,

I tried all I could to be calm, but my anxiety tolerance grew thinner,

I tried to be composed, but I'm not a song from Hans Zimmer,

Why does it kill, this drive to be a winner?

Why does it always make my future seem dimmer?

I guess I've been raised not to accept failure, we fail

Only when we stop fighting, that's all I follow, head to tail,

So even a small L on my chart feels like a derail,

Heck, even a repeated rhyme feels like I'm stale,

I guess I am stale, I won't sell,

Even if I'm put up for sale because I just know too well,

That the people who are capable of showing me heaven today,

Are bound to go ahead tomorrow and show me hell.