Anxiety
That's what's killing her.
She's lost; she's full of fear.
Sometimes she's uncomfortable in her own skin.
She wants to flee, disappear, and turn off the thoughts
swarming trough her head.
She wants to lock herself inside her room
where no one could see her,
The outside world frightens her.
She would rather be alone,
where anxiety doesn't haunt her.
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Master pretender
PoetrySometimes things have to go very wrong before they can go right. Highest rank: 1 // Poetry © Copyright. All rights reserved by kiddingafi
