Tracing Paper || A Collection Of Poems

Anxiety

Awakened

From the folding cloths

In the few shades of black.

I can feel the fabric,

Run it through my hands not just stare

And I understand it's silk.

Realize

That fitting the dress

Means sticking pins in me.

Learning now,

I'm supposed to move and dance

Not let the gown fall prey to moths.

Choosing

My own style of blouse

Not weakening to trends.

Now I'm fighting

For it to fit me

To not be tied in some tight clothes

That wish to choke me

Advertising a person

In my body that's not me

Trying to take control to

Influence,

Give me strings to my wrists

Call it fashion,

When you holds my controls

Pretend it's me as the puppeteer.

You move my arms

Cause me to speak

Words I don't believe

But I see you.

I see you.

I've thrown away the veil

And now I see you.

I'm awake.

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So uh ya. I have social anxiety and this is a poem I wrote after a particularly bad case of it. Man it feels good to be writing on my computer instead of my phone. The lines actually line up.