The voices, they tell me
I'm not enough
Not pretty enough
Skinny enough
Smart enough
I'm weak
I'm worthless

You get the picture
Never-ending thoughts
Getting louder and LOUDER
As long as you believe it.

They party so hard your head hurts.
Your tears are never-ending, red eyes, rosy cheeks.
You can't hide it now.

This is what anxiety does to me.
I'm not another stressed out teenager, I struggle with this all the time.

It makes you feel so alone, even though you're surrounded by loved ones. It highlights your imperfections and all you envy or are jealous of.

These demons won't go away, but with support from people who know understand and care, make people like me feel valued and that life is worth it despite our struggles.