Who knows what's next

I am not okay
I keep repeating
With what is happening,
I don't like it,
and so it goes,
nothing changes.
I will,
I declare,
Protest
And not
Go along
because his is not
What I like
and I will escape
But who cares,
nobody
is bothered.

I'll be fine
And all will be good
It is only
The temporary
Anxiety
That is
All so bothersome.

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