Anxiety is a snake,

It chokes me.

Stops me from smiling, breathing, living.

It squeezes me to the point I feel my heart will burst.

Its sharp, forked tongue causes me to stutter,

Its brutal, cold blood makes me shiver.

Sadly; I will never be released, there is no escaping, no solution, no turning back.

I'm trapped.

  • Author: SakuraSkye (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 19th, 2016 10:21
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is just a short piece describing how I feel about my anxiety. I always imagine that it is a creature, tormenting me. I decided a snake was the best way to describe it. What do you think?
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  • SilentLaugh

    wow. Dark. I love it! I am TOTALLY a fan of dark poetry!

    • SakuraSkye

      Thank you!
      This is a secret side to my mind that I love to hide from everyone I know! (They'd never be able to look at me the same if they found this!)

      • SilentLaugh

        I know how you feel, don't worry, people will look at you for who you are, not the part that you try to hide. If your open your heart out and tell your story, people WILL listen. There's no need to be afraid of what people will think of you. Because you is beautiful. Be Beautiful not artificial.

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