We'Re All a Little Mad Here

I feel like I’m drowning,
The irrational thoughts in my head are continuously pounding,
In order to prevent this I’ve tried grounding,
Yet my thoughts are still hounding.
	
People don’t and won’t always understand what I’m saying and or trying to say,
In no way shape or form could anyone say that they feel my pain,
No one has any idea the things that go on inside of my brain,
And finally at the age of 21 it was medically given a name,
And it’s made it very clear that it doesn’t want to be tamed,
From that point on my mind was never the same,
Now I’ve realized that most of my childhood was to blame.
	
My thoughts are consuming me and I feel like I can’t breathe,
A lot of my problems started when I was bereaved,
I turned to a variety of things to help me grieve,
Nothing worked and now I feel as if it would be best to leave,
For my anxiety gets worse when I wear my heart on my sleeve.

#AnxietyAwareness
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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