20th prayer to G

Sometimes anxiety still throws me, not much anymore,

why are they trying to hurt me, G? They get at me,

and sometimes i cant hide how much i care,

its like being socially wiped out,

and regaining consciousness, a moment to gather yourself,

seems a years passed, and

remember who and where you are,

oh yeah, its me, their scapegoat,

it doesnt make any SENSE, look at me, two arms, two legs,

im trying my best, but i have anxiety, its all i ever can be,

i care so much,

perhaps all i am,

will never be good enough, to be worthy of you, G.