They say happiness lies in the smallest of things,
I say the same is home to anxiety too.
And more often than not, we feel willies creeping in,
Taking over us in a jiffy, eating us from within.
And it’s in such instances that I assess,
Whether it is my mistake or regret
To keep hearing those words again,
Letting myself hurt as I move ahead.
And while I stay undeniably glad,
To have lived and owned my choices.
I am also sorry for myself
For one’s respect is fended by oneself.
But amid all this chaos,
if there’s one thing that I have learnt,
It’s that you may break your neck trying,
But it’s still not going to be enough.