The Wall

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When they look at me
Sunshine is all I see
I feel like my heart skips a beat
And I'm losing balance on my feet

My hands go clammy and cold
Wishing I was bold
There are many things I want to say
But anxiety brushes those thoughts away

Oh how I wish I was brave
But all I do is wave
Even though I feel as if I am running out of time
Intrusive thoughts chime

When I try to speak
I feel so weak
When I try to sing
I get pulled back by a string

No matter how much I climb
I will never make the finish line
Anxiety is a wall
One which will never fall

No matter how much I climbI will never make the finish lineAnxiety is a wallOne which will never fall

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