Step Off

The anxiety is real

You feel it under the skin

There’s no way to stop it

There’s no way to keep it in

Step back, this is your warning

Don’t call me on the phone

For I feel somewhat toxic

I need to be alone

Frustration turns to Anger

Anger turns to Rage

Without the proper outlet

Without the proper cage

The bucket has run over

The contents on the floor

Not sure if I can fix it

Or want to anymore

Others can’t carry on

What your father didn’t fix

Place blame where you like

Leave me out of the mix

BjM 2-18-16