.Anxiety

Try to smile, be polite. Blend in with the “ Normal crowd”.
Head spinning, heart racing.
One million whispers,they grow so very loud!

Pull into the driveway,hands shaking.
Shut off the engine, head is aching.
Where the hell are my house keys?!
Oh,here they are, in my hand.
I exhale, beginning to feel somewhat at ease.
With each new breath, my lungs expand.

I fumble with my keys,arguing with the lock and the door.
Finally,I step across the threshold,Thank God !
I’m safe inside my dwelling,at peace with myself once more

Reviews

[Thepensiveplayer]

Your poem speaks to a very true and real scenario a lot of us got through at some point in our lives. Sometimes we feel suffocated by people amidst our daily tasks and its mentally draining. Yet, there's no better remedy sometimes than being by yourself with peace in your own house. :) Excellent poem and keep on writing.

[Resa]

Thank you!

[Amy]

This describes anxiety very well... I loved it :)

[Desiree O'Neal]

This sums up my day most of the time.

[siobhan]

I like this a lot. Keep going

[splattercore]

I like the usage of triplets in your structure. 3 is a very odd form of flow ans it only works when it works, you know what I mean? And I mean this in a good way because I like what you're going for. Using that sense of 3 to create a rapid-fire sense of false security. I'm liking this one. Give me more!