Anxiety Feels Like
Just a poem, about how anxiety feels.
I want to be social and talk to people
But my thoughts always seem to stay evil
I want to be alone and hide away
Waste away all of my precious days
Maybe one day I can be like other girls
Filled with sunshine and adorned in pearls
I reflect on who I am daily
And I honestly just think maybe I'm too lazy
Maybe this is all in head
Maybe I'm pretending and its all misread
The anxiety inside me thinks I'm making it up
Maybe I'm only acting like a sick pup
But if I'm so paranoid of being a fake
Would I be feeling like such a snake?
Making people feel sorry for me
Close your eyes and count to three
Why do I see the world in black and white
I'm struggling to find my light
For now I'll be a complete mess
Hoping for my own small success
I'll do something that makes me smile
And I'll be content for a while
One day, I'll be completely fine
Adorned in pearls and filled with sunshine.
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