I feel guilty often. It feels like somehow, everyone's pain in the world is my fault.
If I how I feel it just hurts them. They get stressed and worry about me. In the end I just end up hurting them.
I can't even tell my family about how my days go anymore since, they're already really stressed and I shouldn't add to their stress. It'd be as selfish as they already think I am.
I feel like a some selfish brat.
I worry that if I stress someone out even a little bit that I might be the small thing that pushes them to the breaking point. And it'd be my fault if they hurt themself.
I have to hold everything in. It's never my turn to rant. I'm always the one listening.
I never get a chance to think about myself. Yet I'm called selfish nonstop.
If I try to help someone they find reason to blame their problems on me and get mad. All my "help" does is hurt people.
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Poems From the Mind of an Extremely Anxious Person
PoezjaThese are poems I've written in the past year about my emotions and how I feel in general. This was just a way for me to vent and feel better so don't expect anything amazing. These are just copied from my notebook so there might be a few mistakes. ...
