Anxiety

She made her way through the crowd,
She feared people being around,
So she'd never have her friends abound,
As the moon shone,her spirits were underground,
She spent several nights in doubt,
Every word she spoke, her soul drowned and,
Every step she took, het head bowed,
She'd sit on the bathroom floor with fear enshroud,
She hid in a place that was nowhere to be found,
At the world she smiled but her heart frowned,
She didn't want the harvest of the seeds she'd ploughed,
For, anxiety was not the thing she'd run aground,
So she looked for a purpose to live about,
For silence and void were the only things she crowned,
Her soul was buried so she could cry out loud!