Angst-Iety
anxiety in my mind, still growing inside of me
showing off all the things that I try to hide in me
it's crippling my mind and confusing how I feel
an illness of a different kind, now i'm confusing what is real
people around me saying i'm a little strange
but in my own opinion i'm just a tad deranged
I mean, I can admit it, at times I am quite off
but this illness i obtain does not show itself in coughs
it's an illness of the mind, affecting everything
completely fine one second, don't know what the next will bring
calming myself is mission impossible 4
sometimes I build myself up just to end up on the floor
so if you see me sitting there,
my hands burried in my hair,
I am running in my mind and completely unaware
of the fact that you are there,
but this parkbench we can share
but if you're looking to talk, I might shoot you a glare
cause when I feel like this I just really wouldn't dare
because all these thoughts in my head just can't bring themselves to care
you can try all you want but you won't break this distant stare.
so before you see me differently for an affliction I must face
think with sympathy, empathy, put yourself there in my place..
...cause when we really try to understand, the judgement we erase.
Copyright © Eric Schojan | Year Posted 2014
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