What if people judge me?
What if they laugh and stare?
When I tell them the truth
and how I really feel,
What if they don’t listen?
What if they don’t care?
Anxiety is a sinking ship
At any moment I could lose my grip
And fall into the deepest waters
I stand on the edge
Every day I could slip.
They’re not looking
because they think I’m cute
They’re staring
at my gut
Probably thinking I’m
no better looking than a mutt.
They aren’t admiring my hair.
Why would they when
It is stringy and oily
And has no shape
or volume.
Anxiety tears me apart
And in two it splits my heart.
It weighs me down
so much so I don’t know where to even start.
I want to badly to run away
from all this bullying
and all this hate.
But how can I
when I’m still lifting heavy weights?
I don’t know what I can do
So, I might as well fold my hands
and say a prayer
Because after all,
That’s all I can afford to do.
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 9:57 PM UTC
What if people judge me?
What if they laugh and stare?
When I tell them the truth
and how I really feel,
What if they don’t listen?
What if they don’t care?
Anxiety is a sinking ship
At any moment I could lose my grip
And fall into the deepest waters
I stand on the edge
Every day I could slip.
They’re not looking
because they think I’m cute
They’re staring
at my gut
Probably thinking I’m
no better looking than a mutt.
They aren’t admiring my hair.
Why would they when
It is stringy and oily
And has no shape
or volume.
Anxiety tears me apart
And in two it splits my heart.
It weighs me down
so much so I don’t know where to even start.
I want to badly to run away
from all this bullying
and all this hate.
But how can I
when I’m still lifting heavy weights?
I don’t know what I can do
So, I might as well fold my hands
and say a prayer
Because after all,
That’s all I can afford to do.
There are days where I just feel like this, but it's gotten significantly better
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