dear anxiety ,
you make me feel like my shoes are full of cement and it seems like your goal is to stop me from walking. i hate how you make me forget the next words im going to say , you got everybody thinking iam a fool , forgetful , and now looking stupid. you make me want to cry its like you only trick my eyes to flood when im happy . you make me question lifetimes and existences . you make my eyes tired and often you make me drift off into the forms of lights around me so i can daydream. you make it hard to breathe and im wondering why ... why if my lungs are so healthy then why do they constantly feel like they are collapsing on me? you try so hard to be my best friend each and every day . you constantly make it hard for me to ask simple questions when i appear out in society and now you got me thinking about what others are going to say and think about me. They might think " She's so emptied minded" "A blonde ***** with no brains" You make me feel like i'am nobody. Like fragments of me don't matter because they are all very much flawed anyways. I like to think being already me is perfect enough and i know i'll grow on things that need improvement but you have me questioning every dam thing about me and everything that i do so it starts to feel that nothing i do will be good enough. you gave me jello legs and twitchy fingers with palms that sweat way too much. i want to be at ease and flow freely so i can sway with confidence when i walk. i need to know that everything will be okay and you scream in my face NO IT WILL NOT you slap me across my cheeks saying why do you even try! look what you just did! why did you just say that! you freeze me up while i watch everyone else look at me being a freak. i wonder what people see when looking at me break out like that , my own fidgets that they cant understand , i let anxiety do its thing and my fingers play away. it goes away but knows im always dreading for the next time it comes back , yes im waiting. till next time anxiety
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 5:51 AM UTC
dear anxiety ,
you make me feel like my shoes are full of cement and it seems like your goal is to stop me from walking. i hate how you make me forget the next words im going to say , you got everybody thinking iam a fool , forgetful , and now looking stupid. you make me want to cry its like you only trick my eyes to flood when im happy . you make me question lifetimes and existences . you make my eyes tired and often you make me drift off into the forms of lights around me so i can daydream. you make it hard to breathe and im wondering why ... why if my lungs are so healthy then why do they constantly feel like they are collapsing on me? you try so hard to be my best friend each and every day . you constantly make it hard for me to ask simple questions when i appear out in society and now you got me thinking about what others are going to say and think about me. They might think " She's so emptied minded" "A blonde ***** with no brains" You make me feel like i'am nobody. Like fragments of me don't matter because they are all very much flawed anyways. I like to think being already me is perfect enough and i know i'll grow on things that need improvement but you have me questioning every dam thing about me and everything that i do so it starts to feel that nothing i do will be good enough. you gave me jello legs and twitchy fingers with palms that sweat way too much. i want to be at ease and flow freely so i can sway with confidence when i walk. i need to know that everything will be okay and you scream in my face NO IT WILL NOT you slap me across my cheeks saying why do you even try! look what you just did! why did you just say that! you freeze me up while i watch everyone else look at me being a freak. i wonder what people see when looking at me break out like that , my own fidgets that they cant understand , i let anxiety do its thing and my fingers play away. it goes away but knows im always dreading for the next time it comes back , yes im waiting. till next time anxiety
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