The problem with anxiety is
I don't want to be here
But I have to
It's my grade, right
The problem with anxiety is
"Hey, hello, how are you"
I say to the person walking past
But I only say it to myself
The problem with anxiety is
I'm sick, I should go to the doctors
But, I have to call
Why do I have to call
If I call I won't be able to speak
The problem with anxiety is
Telling your order to the person next to you
Because you can't tell the waiter yourself
Your tongue will get tied
You'll make a fool of yourself, right
The problem with anxiety is
"I can do this"
"No you can't"
"But I can"
"You shouldn't"
"But-"
"Stop trying you'll just embarrass yourself"
The problem with anxiety is
It's like swimming with no land in sight
It's like being trapped in a room
With the door wide open
Because you're the one who trapped yourself
The problem with anxiety is
It's always there
It's always going to be there
You can't get rid of it
You just have to learn
To live with it
*written and performed for my school poetry slam*
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Midnight Sorrows
PoetryI kind of write just to write. Most of my work is free verse, but here and there I'll be in the mood to rhyme. Some of my writings are also personal and can be about specific people or events in my life. It just all depends on what I feel like writi...
