Anxiety
All I really feel like is that I'm worthless
But what have I really done to deserve thisÂ
I look in the mirror inside I feel like I'm in a furnaceÂ
But they can only see what's on the surface.
I'm getting hotÂ
My temperature is risingÂ
All I hear is alarm bells
I fear from all the sirensÂ
I clench my fistsÂ
My bones feel like they're deprivingÂ
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 thisÂ
When I'm all up on my own
How can I do thisÂ
When they've taken all that I know.
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This is my first ever poem and just starting as a hobby I hope you enjoy it.
Hi Chloe,Â
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
It is noteworthy excellentÂ
honest open and to the point angel