Anxiety

All I really feel like is that I'm worthless
But what have I really done to deserve thisĀ
I look in the mirror inside I feel like I'm in a furnaceĀ
But they can only see what's on the surface.
I'm getting hotĀ
My temperature is risingĀ
All I hear is alarm bells
I fear from all the sirensĀ
I clench my fistsĀ
My bones feel like they're deprivingĀ
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 thisĀ
When I'm all up on my own
How can I do thisĀ
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,Ā
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 noteworthyĀ excellentĀ
honest open and to the point angel