Anxiety

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This all seems really cliché,
But it looks like the best way.
I don't know why I'm feeling this.
But it's something I just can't miss.

No matter how hard I try.
It's something I just can't deny.
For some reason it's there,
And for some reason it fills me with fear.

I wish I could let it go,
But I can't, oh no.
It pecks at me day after day.
It just won't go away.

My chest tightens.
And I get so frightened.
Though nothing might be wrong,
Something in my mind is going on.

As my hands and feet shake,
My body is an ongoing quake.
It feels like everyone's waiting.
I'm just another rating.

My breath is caught.
And a battle is continuously fought.
I can't speak.
What I'll say will be nothing but bleak.

My mind wanders on what they'd do,
When they finally see me lose.
They'll laugh, standing tall.
Whilst they watch me as I fall.

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