Anxiety
Call me to write down an answer
And I do it without fail.
But ask me to stand and explain my choice
And I turn weak and frail.
My breath is racing,
My words are shaking.
Ask me to lead a group
And I quiver.
Ask me to go on my own
And I feel no failure.
Put me in a crowd
And find me shaking from ever loud
Mocking voices.
I'm useless now.
I'm not who I was.
I'm no longer she who possesses bravery
And it's because of my anxiety.
Copyright © Fm Rt | Year Posted 2017
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