Clean Up on Aisle Who?

By Cameron Gray Rike

 We have a clean up on aisle me 
A great big mess 
Not sure how it happened you see, 
All I know is I’m making an ugly stain 
Even I wish my anxiety was less. 
While all around me seem to point & stare 
I’m in deep pain 
But nevermind because I’m making a scene 
So I’ll clean up myself 
Can’t bother anyone with my clean up 
If only people could understand what I mean 
When my anxiety freezes up me, myself, 
And I, eventually, will be cleaned up! 

We have a clean up on aisle you 
A great big mess 
Not something you can explain away, 
Not something you need to hide. 
Sometimes, sharing is caring too! 
To speak of pain makes it less 
Eventually, it will end, this day 
Take your time to bide, 
Your pain is valid, too 

We have a clean up on aisle us. 
While all around comes down, 
Is the mess all we will ever be known for? 
The clean up is bad, here comes the bus 
To drive us out of the town 
Look at our mess on the floor!