A Narrative Poem About Anxiety

I remember when I had anxiety, I'd try to act normal around friends and family I’d put on a smile and pretend like I was the happy Taimee they all knew No one knew the pain I felt inside How my body was being Bombarded by strange bodily symptoms How talking to people made me nervous How driving on highways scared me How I’d worry I might have some serious medical condition. How I’d a feeling of dread about the future How I’d feel empty each night wondering where was my life And all the other worries which Were running through my mind A few times, I told some family and friends What I was going through, yet I always regretted it The usual reply was I should join a club, go to a gym Or, worse still, to stop feeling sorry for myself And pull myself together You and I both know it’s not so easy This is one of the worst parts of suffering from anxiety No one understands you Not your friends, your partner, your family… Even when you go to a health professional You still don’t get the understanding you’re looking for The fact is, unless they’ve suffered themselves No one will understand what You are going through or been through