All the poems about anxiety-- Never had I understood them until now I'd warn my relatives and friends I'm horribly stressed and agonizingly anxious-- And of course they'd nod and tell me To calm down, it'd be alright That I was overreacting It was such a fixable plight
For years I've heard of the pain Being alone, in an ableist world **** it up! Don't you know? You're life's so fortunate! Some are beaten, some are starving, Some are trapped in their lifeless bodies You? You sit there, like a child, Clasping your arms Until red, raw bruises surface Why on earth? You're older now! Take care of yourself!
So this is what the anxious experienced. With this, they solemnly dealt. So much of this I've heard about Read and dreaded the talk But now… The fool I was, to never pay heed, To never once ask if a friend is all right, All fine,—of course not! Still they’d ask for the sake of mine, And never could I grant the slightest help for good return
Somedays I’ll watch people jest Even with the severity of anxiety Perhaps they’re coping, But many fellows don’t manage the same Now the public’s ignorance Runs dry my bottle of patience I won’t live until they know The expense of their deplorable actions