Anxiety.
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They said to give writing a chance. Express your feelings.
Take a chance.
But I'm not sure this is for me. Pondering all the challenges of writing, turning my feelings into words with colourful vocabulary.
"I can't do this" is what I thought. I can barely speak proper in real life, face to face, I stutter in my talk. But then it hit me.
It's not my vocabulary, grammar, punctuation that stops me from moving forward.
Rather it's my mind, this brain which is a house of horror.
Concealing feelings...I've realized I've been doing for a while. All in my head, repeating,growing, resounding consuming my mind.
Over analyzing sentences while I speak.
Afraid the world will think I'm stupid and a freak.
My face is flushed when I realize my mistakes. Improper sentences flows out
my mouth...the subject and verb disagrees and have their way.
So I giggle off the shame and blame it on a lack of sleep then I think and think of how I can correct my stupidity.
So I'm taking a chance on this sheet.
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