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Oct 2016
I struggle constantly
With a fear
Such a strenuous consistency
Year after year

When my mind is blank
It's all okay
But one simple thought
Can send that all away

My mind is cluttered
All racing fast
Trying to deal with the future
When I can't handle the present and or past

I get overwhelmed
I honestly can't handle it all
So I procrastinate
Waste time... Stall

Then its smothering me
All at once
So all my hard work
Is just a bust

So then I feel worthless
Like why should I care
I basically give up
I ask Why me? And internally state β€œThis isn't fair”

But that's a day in the life
That's basically me
My doctor diagnosed it as
Anxiety

Oh well
What can I say?
When it comes to mental illness
You're born this way
Isabel M Daza
Written by
Isabel M Daza  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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