A Poem for the Anxious Stigma

I'm a problem Solver A people Fixer A love Elixer All I want to do is fix Her.  I can't stand to see someone struggle or be in pain And I want to help But sometimes it's in vain But when someone truly gets it When someone gets it And their eye's light up  It's like the stars come alive at night And they won't give up  Hope For this anxiety we all feel For this mental illness For this lack of awareness Stigma And when Joy is something that your mind steals We lack our passion Compassion for one another We lose our purpose Which aggravates these feelings That seems like they fill  up to the ceiling Of your Mind Truly they do The room There's nothing left…

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