Anxiety is not a feeling
As some of you may believe
You wouldn't be alone
Because plenty of people place it in the same category as
Sad, angry, elated
But one of these things is not like the others.

You see, anxiety is everything and nothing
All at the same time.
Anxiety is when no matter how spacious the room is
It seems to be getting smaller
Until you can see every intricate detail on every wall
Each corner touches your skin
And flattens your chest
As it rises and falls
Your breath is getting short until it stops
And then you become as functional as a corpse
After all, isn't that what you are?

Anxiety is
When your love stands over top of you
Watching your diaphragm as it rapidly pulsates
Wishing he could hold your hands as they sweat profusely
Wanting to breathe life into your convulsing body
But instead, he cannot even grasp the concept
Of why you are not alright.

Anxiety is
Accepting that your reality is not truly real at all
And deciding to realize that people wish they could fix you
But understanding that they don't know what to do
And you don't either.

Anxiety is
Learning from all the
You're blowing things out of proportion's
And
You put to much pressure on yourself's
When you begin to have these panic attacks
In which you feel like death in imminent
Over trivial things.

Anxiety is
Being with people who love you
And still getting bursts of loneliness
That ignite and explode inside your pores and underneath your skin
The blood flowing silently through your veins reminds you
That you are all alone.

Anxiety is
Relating each and every thing you do
To how you are not adequate
And how you must take charge of everything.
It influences the things that tell you
"Make yourself throw up"
And
"Skip that meal today."
Most times, you shoe it away with every particle of strength that you have
Other times, you are not so lucky.

Anxiety is hard to personify
But it is.
And as I muster up the courage in my soul
And the hope in my being
I realize that those things need not be stored
Because I use them every day as I fight this battle.
We are all waging wars
Mine just happens to be against
This thing that is so intricately woven into the chemistry of who I am.
It is a part of me
But it is not all of me
And my voice is louder than this sickness.

I lost myself Somewhere between the mirror and my tears
I gotta find myself, let go of all my fears
Oh the monsters under my bed are asking my to play
But I've got to walk away
Don't ask me to stay

I find it astonishing,
How some questions..
Have no answer,
One answer,
& multiple answers,

As to the first question,
No answer is given,
And to the second question,
One answer is given,
While the third question,
Holds multiple answers,

While you wonder..
Could there be a question..
Could one special question exist..
That holds all those possibilities?!

Life can be the same way,
But in a different form..

There are roads,
That have no path,
One path,
& multiple paths..

While you wonder..
Which is the right?
Which one should I take?
As to all,
They lead different ways,

But could there be a road..
Could one rare road exist..
That holds all those possibilities?!

I find it astonishing…
How some questions have no answer, one answer, and multiple answers,
The same way can be said of life..
Where some roads have no path, one path, and multiple paths…

receive, read, recite, repeat
receive, read, recite, repeat
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your mind we melt
your soul we steal
so numb and clueless
that nothing feels real

watch your sense of self conform
everyone is desperate to fit the norm
lie to each other, say we're unique
just trying to be similarly separate
strive to be the same without anyone knowing
lie and claim do we
I am special, I am one of a kind
but we are a race occupied
with wasting space, with wasting lives
letting ourselves, our dreams, our relationships
lay to rot in waste and die

be unique
strive for independence
when all we ever shall do is:

receive, read, recite, repeat
receive, read, recite, repeat
receive, read, recite, repeat
receive, read, recite, repeat

"If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?"
You limit me to one but there are many
Not knowing whether to choose my body or my mind
Or maybe it's the past I can't seem to leave behind
To ask me to change only one thing is unfair
Perhaps I'd change my tendency to compare
Or maybe not
Maybe I shouldn't give it a second thought
But the urge to be perfect is just too strong
It's been present in my mind for far too  long
So the question remains relevant yet it never gets easier
For one thing is not enough please allow me just a few more