Anxiety/Perfectionism

I sweat, and I sweat

Fretting, stressing

Worrying and anticipating

Manic, frantic,

But what I do, or don’t do

Will never be enough for you,

Will never fill the blank space,

The page that emptied

When you took your words

And left.

Cast adrift,

And I shrift, and I work

With no space, no place

Even the trace

Of you is scrubbed

From the page

With Time’s eraser.

I look fine

I look fine

I look fine

Take my pen point out

Underline

Bullet point, dash

I have no time

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