Rant

Crazy to the bone, no one understands what isn't real; isn't that the brutal truth? Anxiety is a brief realm of consciousness, and yes this means one is weak in the mind. Those thoughts, scrambled as they are, define my being. No one soul can steal this gem from me, because it is hidden in my head; now what could this priceless item be? Honestly I can answer it's just my freedom!

Stressed Out.