Most of these thoughts play tetris in my throat,
Chest made elastic, needle plunge can break...
Sanity jenga blocks I can't let go,
Break layers over center I can't fake.
A chalkboard mind a nail used to efface,
Anxiety is the one term they used...
Take away my hurt but still hurts to take,
A child's play is all it is for you;
But i've been playing and been losing it
For centuries, decades, please i need escape,
Quiver of hands remind me just a bit
Of the hurt,the truth, and all I've faced.
I'm going to own it...for the truth and it's ways,
I'm not all child, it's not all "child's play''.
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Anxiety of a Child
PoetryThis poem speaks to people who were told as a child that they're "too dramatic" when truly any and everyone is entitled to their feelings.Mental health awareness is universal.
