My anxiety is a tiny person that has big impact.
He made a home within my brain
and tells me to care what people think.
He tells me if I speak in class,
I'll say the wrong answer.
He tells me if I walk with my head held high, I'll get shot down faster than a fighter jet.
I am a prisoner to my own mind
and I want out.
I want to be courageous
but he says no.
I want to have a voice
but he says no.
I want to live my life
but he says end it.
He says no one needs me,
no one cares.
I believe him.
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Could it be Worse?
PoesíaTRIGGER WARNING!!!! References sadness, depression, self harm, suicide, etc. This is basically what goes on in my head.
