When I cope with stress, it's kinda hard not to be a mess

I like to listen to music, I don't pay attention to the songs, my playlist being therapeutic

The noise blocking out sound, and keeping me on the ground.

The words people say, "No one cares for you", well I just think that that's not true
focusing on other thoughts to not make those words stem, because I shouldn't care about them

Even when I'm at my worst, I rarely even curse, not allowing myself to be submersed to deep in those thoughts

Twisting those words into stories, I do my best to ignore my worries

Being able to write gets those words out of mind and sight.

Turning those words into worlds is what I do best, unable to keep those worlds to rest, it's a way that I am blessed

The ink of the paper spills into a different form of expression, allowing pencil swirls to create
an impression

The the writing turning from ideas to art, allowing my worlds to grow and touch my heart

So, how I deal with anxiety, allows me to touch other people in society

But it's a complicated question to answer if you ask it, because not all of my expressions are put in one basket

So the answer you'll get is one of those three, allowing you to learn about me