Poem -

Anxiety

All I really feel like is that I'm worthless
But what have I really done to deserve this 
I look in the mirror inside I feel like I'm in a furnace 
But they can only see what's on the surface.

I'm getting hot 
My temperature is rising 
All I hear is alarm bells
I fear from all the sirens 
I clench my fists 
My bones feel like they're depriving 
From something special
Who knows what may be hiding.

The pain is getting heavier
I can't control this fear
Not knowing what's coming
Not knowing what is near
How can I face this 
When I'm all up on my own
How can I do this 
When they've taken all that I know.

 

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Chloe

This is my first ever poem and just starting as a hobby I hope you enjoy it.

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Kate

Hi Chloe, 
Great first poem, good job! A perfect description of anxiety.
"But what have I really done to deserve this" probably something everyone suffering with anxiety questions.
Lots of love,
Kate x

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Angel

It is noteworthy  excellent 
honest open and to the point angel

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