Anxiety

My room is cluttered with nothing in the right places I feel like i don't have control over it Though it's obvious i do. Every time i pick something up, I throw twice as much trash in its place I never go into my room because that's where I leave the unwanted. But the moment i walk in...its overwhelming. I don't sleep in my room because Closing my eyes in its darkness Terrifies me. And its all my fault because i cause the mess My family tells me to clean it up And that no one would love me if im… Such a mess But its not that easy. I cant just Organize it and rearrange it by myself I need help But everyone is scared because my room is a Disaster zone Im never happy sitting alone isolated in that box The only way i'll clean it myself Is if i get scolded into fear of loneliness Even then It will never meet expectations And I'll just give up on changing

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turttlequack

16 / F / Texas

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