Anxiety
Sometimes I can’t breathe
I can’t even fathom the thoughts I have
Why they complicate my mind
Leaving me behind
Sometimes my words don’t ever work
And those moments when I’m quiet—
There’s actually a million words a minute-
A thousand critiques
You call my name and I can’t even fight back
Can’t even argue
Instead I bury my head beneath the blankets-
Throw a pillow over top
And scream.
It’s only bringing me more agony
More regret
More feelings of uselessness.
I isolate myself almost completely,
Painted with a believable smile
One you’ve seen many times
But what would one more time hurt?
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