Race, race, race. My mind starts a competition,
and thoughts begin to swirl violently in my mind.
They are all rude. They all run right over each other,
while I try to find the finish line.
One thing about this race is that there is no end. Race, race, race.
Stupid thoughts, they just keep on running forever.
Pace, pace, pace. The floor becomes a composition,
and my breath begins to draw out in chunks and knives.
My feet are rude. They stumble all over each other,
while I feel troubled to walk, as if it's the first time.
Pace. Pace. Pace.
Will I feel this way forever ?
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My Silent Anxiety Attacks
PoetryHi, I'm Liyah and I have horrible anxiety. One day when I was feeling over whelmed, I wrote this poem. I hope you guys like it.
