I carry so much weight nobody knows about
Even the people i cannot live without
The weight of anxiety is probably the lightest
It effects me but only in the slightest
I can stand tall with a straight back
Until another weight makes its way to the pack
The weight of stress, anxiety's bestfriend
I try so hard to overcome it in the end
These weights combined make my posture a bit bent
But still i walk with a high head
Next is the weight of anger
This may not seem that heavy
But the regret i feel after an outburst is honestly deadly
The guilt of each incident is heavier than the last
It weighs me down even if its far in the past
With this, i slouch everywhere i go
with no meaning to do so
I could go on forever about each weight
But there is not a particular one i hate
Walking through my journey of life like a burdened man
Can i keep going?
I dont think i can
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It's Nothing Personal
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