Anxiety

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Anxiety is the cold, unfriendly silence at two in the morning.
Anxiety is the trip that makes everyone laugh at you, the outfit that makes everyone judge you, and the opinion that makes everyone hate you.
Anxiety is every single one of your cancelled plans, and all the events you've missed, because you know that all it takes is one wrong move to make everyone see you in a negative light, and you can't handle that pressure.
Anxiety is the body with strong arms who scoops you up at night, comforting you, while also telling you that you're worthless.
Anxiety is the nauseous feeling before a test, or while ordering food, or before asking anyone for anything.
Anxiety is the chill you cannot shake.
Anxiety is the black sheet that always looms over your dreams, snaking in and making you tremble at the thought of the impossible.
Anxiety is the broken record in your thoughts, constantly telling you that everything is wrong.
Anxiety is the duct tape sealing your mouth shut, the glue on your feet, holding you in place, and the ropes on your hands, bounding them behind you.
Anxiety is only a part of you, but it tells you that it is all of you, convincing you.
Anxiety is the emptiness in your chest when you push loved ones away, it is the constant reminder that everyone hates you.
Anxiety is the growling in your stomach because it has you convinced that you weigh too much.
Anxiety is the barred front door of your house, while also being who is holding the key 10 feet above your head.
Anxiety is the dark corner you sit in while your friends have fun without you.
Anxiety is the calorie counting, the meal skipping, and the measly excuse at supper.
Anxiety is the number which shows up bright red on the scale at the doctor's office.
Anxiety is the cold, blank paper sitting in front of you, because you don't have the inspiration you used to.
Anxiety is the 10 feet between you and the bathroom, except the only obstacle is a room full of people.
Anxiety is the uncontrollable shaking in your limbs when you aren't certain of your next move.
Anxiety is the empty space next to you in bed.
Anxiety is the one thing you dedicate yourself to, only because you can't push it out of your head.
-A.M.

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