Anxiety

by Guilty By Design   Mar 3, 2022


A tightening in my chest, words cannot express
The pounding in my head, the voices never rest
Standing still, I’m always so far gone
The world is heavy on my shoulders
They lied; it doesn’t get better when I’m older
The secrets that we keep will surely bury me.

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  • 2 years ago

    by Glenn G

    I like it, I know your struggle.

  • 2 years ago

    by ---AL---

    I suppose you're "anxiously" waiting for the first comment... so I guess I can fill that void.

    Your poem did well at representing how anxiety is an internal struggle.

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