Anxious

Choked up, dry mouth, agitation.

Hard gaze, teary mess, irritation.

Worst thoughts, worse days, impatience.

Dead end, pretend, to see if you’ll make it. 

Anxiety gets the best of me,

It’s not who I truly wish to be.

Anxiety takes control of me,

Youth fading fast from the scene.

 

Because I just die and conceal the truth. God I love you,

But my anxiety’s through the roof. 

 

Words lost, blank stare, self-depreciation.

Hair pull, perpetual stress, devastation.

Heart pound, all fears, hyper-ventilation.

Dead end, pretend, to see if you’ll make it.

Anxiety gets the best of me,

It’s not who I truly wish to be.

Anxiety takes control of me, 

Youth fading fast from the scene.

 

Because I just die and conceal the truth,

God I love you,

But my anxiety’s through the roof. 

 

Just one look, one thought, shutter.

Grim face, covers, hide under.

Sleeping pills, long nights, a mind full of clutter. 

I try, but gone is my youth.

 

I then die and conceal the truth,

God I love you,

But my anxiety’s through the roof.

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relatable write. thanks for

relatable write. thanks for sharing. feel better