Color Me Anxious
Coping with high functioning anxiety
Some days I wish I can see the rainbow
Each day has its own trouble, so don’t worry about tomorrow
Trouble is, I don’t worry in days, I worry in hours
Crippled by the fear of the unrealistic unknown
Most wouldn’t believe I struggle because I don’t let it show
I’m fine
How powerful two words must be to deceive the world and myself
Constantly overwhelmed, yet too afraid to ask for help
Cool, calm, always collected
Hidden behind the white veil of success
Unhealthy thoughts fueled by fear of rejection
“Am I a bad friend?”
“Am I really pretty?”
“Am I smart enough?”
“Why did they pick me?”
I’m caught between the light and the darkness
Stained in gray
Gray rocks around the gray ocean with gray birds soaring in the air
Gray eyes, gray pearls, and gray flowers adorning silver gray hair
Just as there is beauty in these things, there is beauty in my anxiety
Good, bad, and in between
I choose to embrace what makes me unique
A delicate balance of being strong and weak
So color me anxious
Just don’t paint me defeated
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Monique Will
Family over everything. Natural hair enthusiast. Writer. Lover of love.
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