The articles online talk about the girls with anxiety
And how it distorts reality
Twisty, bended, convoluted, suspended
Double, triple, quadruple thinking,
Seeing things that aren't really there.
Issues creep up, insidious with intent,
A slip knot of conscious thought,
Unable to trust things as they seem.
*Is this me saying this or my anxiety?*
Always looking back, realizing
The way you thought or something you saw
Was wrong, *all wrong*, how could it be
Perceived by you so perversely?
A reaction now deemed dramatic
When in the moment it seemed right
A chronic conception, frequent fright,
Of losing and leaving
Thoughts tangled and weaving
Wondering when you won't be as ashamed
To reveal that you think about every speck and particle
With heart bent, to a guilty extent
Just like those girls in those articles