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Control

November 4, 2018
By un_named DIAMOND, Olympia, Washington
un_named DIAMOND, Olympia, Washington
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My worn down boots
And the cracks in the sidewalk align 
As I walk home from school, 
Although, those words don't feel like mine.

Last week, the doctor gave me a pill
He said it would calm down my thoughts,
I guess it will?
I'll just ignore the headache and spots in my vision
I mean, it's not that bad. I can still see.
But am I me?
I'm gonna be controlled by drugs or anxiety
And either way, thoughts float through my head
without my permission 
They're always changing and shifting 
Just to scramble a dictionary definition
Who am I, if not a jumble of thought?
Maybe I'm what I hear?
Rain against my window.
Music.
Gunshot.

What if the pill and I combine?
These words and free will still won't be mine.
I'm afraid my thoughts will eat me whole
Without ever telling me who's in control.



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on Nov. 8 2018 at 11:50 am
CreepyEmi SILVER, Lawrenceville, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
"Talent is a pursued interest. In other words, anything that you're willing to practice, you can do."
-Bob Ross

A very catchy poem portraying a very relatable anxiety. Great job.