Anxiety.

MaxWritesPoems

Anxiety.

 

It takes control of me.

I must do this

and if I miss

a single step

I bet

it will end

with me trying to mend

all that is broken.

 

I’m left hoping

in my bed

with my head

at forty-five degrees.

Can’t you see

my mind tortures me?

 

Turn it three times

and you’ll find

my poems must rhyme.

If things don't go right

my mind will fight.

 

I’m left shaking

and making

a bigger mess

of all the stress.

I must confess

 

It’s eating away.

It’s time I say

the piano sounds

can no longer drown

out all the thoughts

that my mind has bought.

 

They eat away

all day.

On the outside I say “okay”.

On the inside,

I’m dying.

  • Author: MaxWritesPoems (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 23rd, 2016 13:50
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  • Christina8

    Well written poem. I get what you mean. I have anxiety too. Just try to keep writing and expressing yourself and you'll find it helps other people as well. Thanks for sharing!

    • MaxWritesPoems

      Thank you x I will continue to do so



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