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When my anxiety is extreme I feel That nothing around or inside me is real I need to hide myself, to isolate Feeling of dread and doom, can't seem to think straight I curse myself for feeling this ****** up way Live in unreality like a dream, or play Fingers don't work, have a quiver of my lip Nervous smile, not wanting this unchosen script Don't know what to do...sit, stand, pace or run Don't want to be looked at, talked to by anyone Sane, daily things take extra concentration I try to do them with no coordination Deprived of social skills, get tongue tied, can't speak Building discomfort, terror panic will peak Then it begins- palms sweat, heart rate rises Worry about all, nothing, no surprises No longer capable of eating, I'd choke Get nauseous, the runs, to my body no joke In acute cases toes stiffen, my bones ache Losing much control, damaged brain waves fake Avoid going out to a bank or a store Anywhere there's cameras, prying some more Always makes me feel like I'm doing wrong Paranoia, bottom line..I don't belong
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Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 6:59 AM UTC
Living With Anxiety Disorder
When my anxiety is extreme I feel That nothing around or inside me is real I need to hide myself, to isolate Feeling of dread and doom, can't seem to think straight I curse myself for feeling this ****** up way Live in unreality like a dream, or play Fingers don't work, have a quiver of my lip Nervous smile, not wanting this unchosen script Don't know what to do...sit, stand, pace or run Don't want to be looked at, talked to by anyone Sane, daily things take extra concentration I try to do them with no coordination Deprived of social skills, get tongue tied, can't speak Building discomfort, terror panic will peak Then it begins- palms sweat, heart rate rises Worry about all, nothing, no surprises No longer capable of eating, I'd choke Get nauseous, the runs, to my body no joke In acute cases toes stiffen, my bones ache Losing much control, damaged brain waves fake Avoid going out to a bank or a store Anywhere there's cameras, prying some more Always makes me feel like I'm doing wrong Paranoia, bottom line..I don't belong
bernadette-rivera
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bernadette-rivera
English
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 6:59 AM UTC
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