Most of my poetry comes from when I’m alone with my anxiety
Repeating thoughts, repeating thoughts, that convey in my mind that one day I might be alright or that they might find away to eat me alive
Most of the time I wonder around and I could be having a conversation like I’m physically there but mentally never there more or less because it feels like I’m trapped wondering around never ending halls fighting to take control of my body thats over ran by my anxiety and her friends that split my personality’s
Most of my poetry Stems from thoughts that rip me apart because I overthink an Analyze every word a trillion times hoping to find some peace in the words you speak..
Most of my poetry is written in a bad time when My depression decides to kick in an wave “hi”
Most of my poetry is me mentally An the words that are trapped within me that I never speak because my speech is a little funny an my social anxiety would make fun of me