January: New Year's Anxiety
Another year coming to an end,
and what do I have to show for it?
Filled with light regrets
and a shakey sense of hope.
Feburary: Relationship Anxiety.
The societal pressure
to feel true love,
but I can't feel anything,
at least not truly.
April: Birthday Anxiety.
I thought I'd have progressed
much further by now.
Will I ever learn?
I should be excited,
I miss being excited.
June-July: Vacation Anxiety.
Everyone around me
is having more fun.
I can tell by their photos,
filtered and posted
on a simulated reality.
August-September: Nostalgic Anxiety.
Crisp leaves and cool air.
Friday night lights and
high school regrets.
This season felt better
when I was a kid.
November-December: Holiday Anxiety.
Family, stress.
I should be happy,
but I feel so empty.
Attempts at connection
remind me how alone
I actually am.
And the cycle continues.
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 10:53 PM UTC
January: New Year's Anxiety
Another year coming to an end,
and what do I have to show for it?
Filled with light regrets
and a shakey sense of hope.
Feburary: Relationship Anxiety.
The societal pressure
to feel true love,
but I can't feel anything,
at least not truly.
April: Birthday Anxiety.
I thought I'd have progressed
much further by now.
Will I ever learn?
I should be excited,
I miss being excited.
June-July: Vacation Anxiety.
Everyone around me
is having more fun.
I can tell by their photos,
filtered and posted
on a simulated reality.
August-September: Nostalgic Anxiety.
Crisp leaves and cool air.
Friday night lights and
high school regrets.
This season felt better
when I was a kid.
November-December: Holiday Anxiety.
Family, stress.
I should be happy,
but I feel so empty.
Attempts at connection
remind me how alone
I actually am.
And the cycle continues.
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