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