Haunted on a lovely sunny day
Hearing rejection in a brief silence
Distrust in every bite of picnic
Doubting the gift of sweet success
Chewing away at my insides
Tinting my vision with uncertainty
Twisting the jolly of my company
Stealing the possibility of comfort
My guest is an unseen shadow
The cliche companion of anxiety
A false awareness of doom
My brain the source of this illness.
Elizebeth Turnquist 
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