Naeners

Voice of Anxiety

Look at you

 

Are you feeling distressed

 

Each word stumbles out like a tumbling mess

 

They hate you

 

Can\'t you see

 

Their eyes are staring judgingly

 

And if their eyes could shoot daggers

 

You know that they would surely stab you

 

The stares all dissect you slowly

 

Ripping you apart searching for something

 

Maybe confidence

 

They won\'t find an ounce

 

Maybe that\'s how they know to pounce

 

Is this all in my head

 

It just might be

 

But all I can see is them hating me