I have a certain paranoia
That everyone hates me
I know it's completely irrational
But this anxiety won't stop plaguing me
I feel like a burden
For simply existing
I'm fidgety, anxious and restless
Bracelets on my wrist always twisting and untwisting
A squeamish feeling in my stomach
When I hear laughter
The whole day is now spent
Thinking about it long after
Logically I know not everyone hates me
I know the things I tell myself aren't true
But I take solace in the fact that
No one will ever hate me as much as I do
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC
I have a certain paranoia
That everyone hates me
I know it's completely irrational
But this anxiety won't stop plaguing me
I feel like a burden
For simply existing
I'm fidgety, anxious and restless
Bracelets on my wrist always twisting and untwisting
A squeamish feeling in my stomach
When I hear laughter
The whole day is now spent
Thinking about it long after
Logically I know not everyone hates me
I know the things I tell myself aren't true
But I take solace in the fact that
No one will ever hate me as much as I do
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