Sometimes the mind is full of racing thoughts

and most times becomes too much to bear.

Sometimes life gives you a shove which 

gives you sometimes a scare.

Sometimes anxiety will come and go but only 

if you let it show. 

Sometimes you can’t shake it off cause most

times you have nobody to let know.

Sometimes a release is all that you need,

most times its of things you hear and cannot 

see.

Sometimes the pressure slowly fades,

but most times the images will keep and stay

the same.

Sometimes I can wash the stains away.

Most times I release my train of thought case

My scars will forever stay.

Sometimes I ask Allah if my anxiety 

will sever?