Anxiety

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I am always scared,

always glancing back,

terrified of an impossible outcome

of monsters coming back.


I can't breathe,

I can't sleep,

I need peace,

I need relief.


Can I please

have a break?

From my torments

and demons? 


Can I please

enjoy things

without pushing

back fears?


It's not fair, 

not at all.

How can I

be so alone?


Why can 

people enjoy

life on

their own?


They keep 

going despite 

being alone?

But how?


Why am I

trapped?

Like a hen

amid geese.


Watching everyone

run away,

and livehappily

and free?

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