21 years
Arms wrapped around
myself
trying to hold it all together
as I question every little thing about
myself.
Am I too much?
Am I not enough?
Am I worth it?
An endless circle of
suffocating thoughts
that never seem to end.
Anxiety,
constantly ripping its way
into
Everything.
Laughing as it grips onto the fragile things
and turns it all
upside down.
Whispering in your ear;
You aren't enough
You are too spoken
You are going to be left behind
You are being laughed at
You will never be it.
Casting shadows all over the place.
Chasing down all
the light that has
tried so hard
to peak from the blackness
of my soul.
An internal battle,
light versus dark
Endless.
Anxiety always seems
to
Win.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
