I am stern when I say.
I wish my hands did not shake.
When I start to talk out loud.
I’m concerned when I say.
That I am far too afraid.
To let everyone down.
But I can do admit.
When I am bad.
I will quit.
Disappear in the crowd.
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Author:
AfairlyUselessFairy (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This one is kinda going against some advice I was kindly given, I’ve always been a bit of a punk. This one doesn’t flow so well but that’s to do with it being about anxiety. I try to put a lot of thought into my poems. Could of been a bad move, be nice to hear what people think.
- Category: Sad
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