I know I'm fine
But to my brain
It's like the end of the world
Talking a hundred miles a minute
Thanks to anxiety
Out of my comfort zone
That is what happens
I turn into a chatter box
Over sharer
Sometimes I hide in a box
Be mute
It's never both
One or the other
Once the event happens
Poof
Anxious talking gone
Anxiety is bullshit some days
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Internal Woes
PoetryPoetry that contains life experiences. childhood trauma, a woman battling anxiety and depression. Thank you if you choose to read this. If it's triggering to you it's okay to not continue reading. Your mental health matters.
