My eyes blink profusely as I try not to cry
My hands aren't shaking but they sweat at an unusual rate
My heart decides that its beat is lost between waves of desperation and calmness
I can't breathe and I chug my feelings down my throat as a thirsty man lost on the desert
My fear of failure is so exorbitant I can't bear to look forward into all the possibilities of not reaching my greatest potential, and I am afraid my potential isn't as large as I thought.
I cry because I know the reality that I am told is harsher (but more coherent) than the one that I create. Anxiety will suffocate me forever
It will let its grip lighten at times, but its hands will not away from my neck. The ties that I have to it are intricately related to my personality and any time they break I break down in confusion.
I wonder if I'll see the sunrise without reminding myself of tomorrow. I only understand now how sick it is to always have the need of having something to look forward to, and though I realize it, I still can't stop.
YOU ARE READING
loosing.
Poetrythis is slam poetry. I originally made them to be read out loud, but silent reading is pretty cool also. Thanks for checking this out and please comment if you have any constructive criticism or if you just like anything you read. :)
