It's sad that I have to live with this everyday. Not being good enough for anyone. I feel as if I don't even belong here. What's my purpose? Do I even have one?
On a daily basis I get told I'm not skinny enough and that I need to workout more. I get screamed at for asking a simple question.
If I try to defend myself, stay quiet, or just ask them to stop, it makes it worse.
I can't escape this hell I'm put through.
Yet I feel like there is only one escape though. And it's not what I want. But what I do want is to run away.
Run away from all of this. To the one who has my heart.
Yet you're so far away you seem to be the only one that gets me. You never judge me. Never once have you said anything negative to me.
All you have shown me is love. And you're the reason I stay.
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Anxiety Poetry
Poesíanot just thoughts of my anxiety but here is where i come when i feel the most vulnerable.. that's not very often but if you'd like to listen to my crazy thoughts then be my guest..
