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My Life As a Teenager With Anxiety Part One

Well, like everyone else I wake up. Only I don’t want to because, well, because I know the challenges ahead for me. Or at least I think I do, and I always, Always! Blow those challenges way out of proportion. I just can’t help it. What if I burn myself cooking breakfast? What if my car crashes on the way to school? What if I have a pop quiz? What if I fail that quiz? What if? What if! It runs through my head twenty four seven and those questions, the voices just won’t shut up!
So, after I wake up I lay in my bed, bound there for hours. Mind you I woke up two hours before I needed to because my mind didn't want me to be late. So I lay there staring at the ceiling thinking, maybe I should get up. Now…...Now! But of course I wait until I have thirty minutes to get ready to break from my prison of a bed room. Now it’s a rush to do my make up so I don’t look like crap, do my hair because every single strand MUST be straight. Pull on my sweater, pants, shoes, I don’t have time to eat I need to go, I’ll be late, and if I’m late I’ll drop out of school, and I won’t have a good life, I’ll be a hobo living on the streets, so skip breakfast, grab my bag and get out to the car, wait for mom to come drive me.

Now I’m at school. The day is just getting started for most, but I've been awake for hours and no one notices how very tired I am and how much my body is telling me to give up and sleep. But I can’t I have to get these grades up. Always worrying about what grades I’m getting on this paper and that assignment. Walking as fast as I can to each class so I’m not late. At lunch I socialize but I don’t eat, I’m too busy worrying about home life, dad’s sick, mom’s stressed, the puppy, the animals, my room, I have to clean the house, but what if I can’t get it done.

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Stage Lights

The hot white lights shining down on your face.
The warmth of the microphone you're gripping so tight in your hands.
The loud beat of the drums and the loud stings of the strings on the guitar.
You stand frozen on the stage.
The crowd cheering you on.

Singing along to the beat of the acoustics,
The crowds cheers die down to listen to the hypnotic music.
Your heart is beating so fast.
You finish your song and head back stage.

Met by your agent,
he congratulates you and hands you a cold bottle of water.
You did it, you over came your worst fear.
You preformed on a stage.
And everyone loved you!

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Fight the Light and Live Your Life

The gates closed around us
We all cried out for help
We knew it was true
The Rumors
The Gossip
The stars we ware on our chests read "Jude"

They hold their whips
Their guns
And knives
They shun us all 
Killing our family
We hold on
We fight back
We are injured
"MOTHER" we scream 
But she lay before us
Dead

The next day we stand strong and tall
We know now what to do
That night we crawl
Crawl through the hole we will make
Make it in the ground

That night we dig
We dig until we're through
They see us and catch us
We are through 

They take us to the gas chambers
They strip us down to your nude selves
Like we have no shame
They open the door and we are forced in
The hole in the ceiling opens
Screams

Dedicated to all of those who died during the Holocaust

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Blood Shed

Another 
Blinding
Creepy
Deep
Everlasting
Freak
God-forbidden
Hidden
Inside
Just
Kindling
Life-stopping
Mother-ship
Never
Oppose
Precious
Quizzing
Ravenous
Scary
Top-dollar
U.F.O
Vans
With
X-ray
Yodeling
Zingers

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My Life As a Teenager With Anxiety Part Two

Well now it’s time to head home. The dreaded ride back to my hole. I slide into the car and have the usual conversation with mom. How was school? Fine. We arrive home and I slink back into my room, set my things down and finally eat something. I relax a bit, but only I don’t. My mind is racing about all the things I have yet to do, I’m laying in my room watching videos on the internet but my heart is racing, I start feeling sick and I just can’t take any of this any more. But I haven’t snapped yet. Nor will I ever because somehow my mind and body expand to hold in this stress and the thoughts that race through my mind, slowly driving me insane. By the time I've finished worrying I've gotten nothing done and it’s time to ‘sleep’. Only I can’t sleep, not even medication can stop the things my mind is telling me, what’s the weather going to be tomorrow, did you do your homework, no, yes, maybe, I need to sleep, but what if a masked murderer comes in and kills me? What am I doing with my life? What is life? If I end my life will it stop this useless voice in the back of my head? I lay there for hours until I fall asleep only to wake up an hour later before my alarm is set to go off, but I can’t go back to sleep so I lay staring at the ceiling. And it all repeats over and over and over again! Help me! I am a teenager with anxiety and it’s eating me alive!

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What You Say

I am a cold witch you say
I can hold no true love you say
I think only of myself you say
I am as icy as Antarctica you say
I am stupid you say
I am worthless you say
I am the most bitter hearted person you've ever met you say

Well I for one am sick and tired of what you say
I never have listened to what you say
But now all these people tell me what you say

I am a beautiful person I SAY
I love a wonderful man I SAY
I think of others and work with the poor I SAY
I have a warm personality I SAY
I got a scholar-ship I SAY
I am valuable I SAY
I am the most warm, kind-hearted per son I know I SAY
I know now what I Say is much more important than what you could ever say

So say this
 "Wow, she totally offended me without using the direct words but she never called me out saying what I said directly back at me!"   
Thats called being the bigger person I SAY

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I Will Remember

I remember the smell of the desert
The sand between my little toes
Warm, Sunny, Beautiful
The sun setting on the orange sand
The howling of the coyotes 
Soothing
Very soothing
The curious creatures crawling
I remember the beautiful desert
I will always vaguely.......Remember

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Suicide

The darkness
Closing in
All around
Seeing nothing
But black
Afraid
Wanting to run
Your strapped down
Fighting to be free
Can't get up
Need to run
You call for help
No one hears you
All of a sudden 
The dark turns to light
You see clearly
Everyone around you 
Knows not of your existence
Afraid still
Don't know why
You call again
No one even looks your way
Help you say
Help again
No one hears you 
Give up
You just give up
No one will care

You're gone now
Everyone cares
Why?
They didn't care in the first place
No one understood
No one ever will
Your gone now
Now everyone wishes they heard you
But they didn't
They couldn't stop you
Your choice
No one would help
That's all you needed
That one person to say
I am here
I will help you
No one did
No one 

Alone now just like before 
Looking
Watching
Stalking the one's that were like you
But they got help
They lived
You didn't 
You are now 
and will forever be
Dead

Best Poems Written by Sarah Broun

Me, Myself, and I

L,O,V,E

My Life As a Teenager With Anxiety Part One

Stage Lights

Fight the Light and Live Your Life

Blood Shed

My Life As a Teenager With Anxiety Part Two

What You Say

I Will Remember

Suicide