Anxious and Unstoppable

Alarm screams war before my eyes,

Heart’s on edge but I look composed and wise.

Inbox full, brain more so,

Shaky hands, but I still show.

Smile like hell, fake that ease,

Every word rehearsed to please.

Trophy shelf, but I can’t breathe —

Perfection’s just anxiety in a sheath.

I’m the storm in a tailored suit,

Fighting thoughts I can’t refute.

“Doing fine” — it’s just a trick,

Underneath, the clock ticks sick.

I’m anxious and unstoppable,

Wired like a live grenade — volatile but functional.

Racing thoughts, I wear like chains,

But I still crush these damn campaigns.

Don’t call me calm, don’t call me sane,

I’m high-strung, high-speed, and hurricane-brained.

Been to hell and back with nothing but will —

I’m anxious, alive, and climbing uphill.

There were nights I didn’t wanna see light,

Wrote my pain in lines just out of sight.

Screamed into pillows so no one would know,

Wore long sleeves like armor to every show.

Felt like a burden, faked like a pro,

Buried the sadness under “go, go, go.”

But healing ain’t some perfect climb —

It’s messy, slow, and undefined.

Yeah, I’ve broken, yeah, I’ve bled,

But I kept singing in my head.

Every scar I tried to hide

Now fuels the fire I’ve got inside.

I’m anxious and unstoppable,

Wired like a live grenade — volatile but functional.

Racing thoughts, I wear like chains,

But I still crush these damn campaigns.

Lived through lows that no one saw,

Silent screams behind the law.

Been to hell and back with nothing but will —

I’m anxious, alive, and climbing uphill.

I was the overachiever with a secret war,

Smiling wide while crumbling more.

They said, “But you’re so bright, so driven, so kind” —

Cool. So why couldn’t I silence my mind?

I’ve been the ghost in the group chat thread,

Faking laughs while wishing I was dead.

But guess what — I didn’t fade.

I turned my silence into this parade.

(Still here!)

(Still loud!)

(Still scarred!)

(Still proud!)

(Still healing!)

(Still me!)

(Still free!)

LET’S GO!

I’m anxious and unstoppable,

Functioning chaos, unpredictable.

I still get stuck, I still get scared,

But I’ve faced demons and I’ve dared.

Don’t call me brave, don’t call me broken,

I’m just real, raw, and outspoken.

Yeah I carved through pain and stitched the map —

Still anxious, still fierce, and never going back.