Hiding Behind AnxietyA Poem by Erika Jones
I can feel myself choking,
breathing is so difficult that crying sounds like a great idea. Don't ask me to speak, no sound will come unless you count my labored breathing. I want to run away, leave everything behind so I can't disgrace myself like this again. I'm a screw up, I can never do anything right and you feel that constantly reminding me is funny. My feelings mean nothing to you, the constant critique of my life, always ignoring what I do right and seeing everything I do wrong.
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Added on February 1, 2016Last Updated on February 1, 2016 AuthorErika JonesMedway, OHAboutI'm Erika and I'm a 25 year old Author. I've self-published a small poem book called "Screams of the Outcast" a couple years ago and slowly selling. Not only do I like poetry, I love writing novels an.. more..Writing
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