I'm a slave to my anxiety,
it controls everything I do.
Every day it gets the best of me,
nobody sees what it puts me through.
I'm it's little puppet,
Pulling my nervous system's strings.
Feeling my hands tingle,
hearing my ears ring.
I live in constant fear,
taking caution of my actions.
It makes living become unbearable,
it loves to mess up interactions.
If only they knew,
Knew how painful it is.
My thinking becomes clouded,
a simple thing becomes a pop quiz.
I'm forced to be strong,
anxiety is a routine.
It makes me want to cry,
It makes me want to scream.
I've gotten good at hiding it,
they couldn't even tell.
I'm just following the motions despite feeling anxiety's hell.
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Author:
Felicity Jones (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 30th, 2018 01:31
- Comment from author about the poem: It's about how anxiety controls my life and about how horrible it can be.
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
A fine write Amber. Sometimes the fear of doing something is worse than the fear of actually doing it. While, or when, we're 'doing it' it may not seem so bad after all!
A very good picture - you made me feel your anxiety....... I want to make it go away somehow!!
Well written amber! I can relate to anxiety and have written about it in the past. You've described it better than I could. I hope you feel better soon!
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