Experiencing the world is hard when anxiety
Controls you
Being a part of something special is complicated
When you know
You're nothing special
Walking through doors and feeling eyes
Burn through you with judgement
Is the daily routine
The constant worry of making sure to say the right thing
To make them satisfied with your presence
Is of huge importance
Even when they
Use you for that very reason
Dreading the nightmare of never being loved
Because of the mess you are
And feeling unworthy and annoying
And sad and lonely
And stressed
And afraid
Every moment
Of everyday
Is Hell
When you think the entire world
Is against you
Feeling incapable of being loved
Not only by others
But by yourself
It's a never ending black hole
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Author:
clark_taylor (
Offline) - Published: January 17th, 2017 12:43
- Comment from author about the poem: I know this poem doesn't go extremely into depth, but it's how I feel in a very blunt manner. Please inbox or comment if you can relate. I love feedback and talking about the meanings behind our poems.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Great poem! I have anxiety too and I can relate on some level. I agree with tepo, keep writing! It's cathartic and it can help people that feel similar to the way you do.
Thank you so much, and I really do enjoy your writing as well!
Another great poem
I'm reading all three
Of yours. Very very
Good,
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