Poetry for the Heart

Defining Anxiety

Anxiety isn't crying all the time
Alone in your room
It's you silently wishing
You had more tears to cry
Wondering why me?
Why am I so damaged?
Why does no one see me suffering?
It's drowning me
It's getting lost in all my cracks and flaws
As I look into the mirror
When there isn't a thing to fear
It's being nervous
And  you feel your heart speed up
As you enter a room
It's the pressure in your chest
As you walk out the door
It's the fear you get on Sunday nights
Knowing that you'll wake up
And there'll be school
It's you  learning no matter
How many times you've tried to explain it
Nobody gets it
It's feeling so alone
You shut yourself off from everyone
It's wanting to scream
But only being able to whisper a word
It's staying up all night
Being afraid of tomorrow and the unknown
It's you being so destroyed you become numb
It's making  yourself physically sick
It's panic attacks in public
That you can't control
It's feeling nauseous just thinking about it
It's not being hungry
It's being exhausted all the time
It's shaking but not being cold
It's all of the above and so much more
It's just one part of me
And it's consuming me