My anxiety is demon. Holding my throat, like an army or a legion.Pressing my mind to work harder than it should.Random panic attacks, so I’m misunderstood.I keep to myself, so your friends I don’t offend . I know if I explain why I’m sitting alone, they wouldn’t comprehend.I battle with the explination of my mind.Telling people I’m SPECIAL or ONE OF A KIND.LIV LIFE ONCEA stage name I never us...