Anxiety

Sometimes I wonder why I always hide.
Hide away from the fears I have,
while I sold my soul to get here.
Digging myself in way too deep,
keeping myself shut out from the simple truths.
Life's just a thin line between the pleasure and the pain.
And I'm afraid to handle it the wrong way.
While I'm blessed with all I have,
and happy with who I became.
I feel like I'm doing the right thing
but I rarely think of anyone but me.
As I see my dreams turned into dust,
I sit and stare and can't help but wonder.
Are you still there?