Big or small,
Significant or not,
It engulfs me.
If I'm lucky,
It's one thing (worry) at a time.
But usually I'm not,
So here it goes again.
The disarranged trail of worries,
It consumes my oblivious soul,
What's wrong? They say,
Don't live in your head!
I already know,
Am I my own enemy now?
It comes and goes,
But never leaves,
Like a persisting lover.
Why am I fighting it?
Should I give in?
But I figure,
I'd be leaving first,
It's behind me now.
- Shreya Singh
F.Y.B.A
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