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Jul 2016
I am not my anxiety
I am not the girl who cries while her hands shake
Because I am feeling everything way too deeply
I am not the aches in my chest
I am not the shortness of breath
Or heart palpitations
I am not the girl who thinks about dying every second
That was never me
It may be something I'm dealing with now
But it is not who I am
I am the girl who loves to laugh
Who loves life and joy and happiness
Who constantly tries to tell herself
"You are stronger than this"
I am the girl who still misses a boy who I met years ago
One that was taken then, and taken now
I am the girl who gives horrible advice
But loves giving it
Yes, I have my moments, like right now
Where I feel nothing but dread and despair and fear
But that passes, eventually
I am the girl who tries to love everything I come across
Not the girl who is crying on the floor because I can't breathe and I miss someone and it's been this way for years
Written by
Giana Bonomolo
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