Anxiety

This poem attempts to accurately depict the thoughts of a person with anxiety.

I am alone in a crowd of hundreds

A specter of a man

All I want is to be wanted

Sadly, I don't have a plan

I see faces uninviting

Demeanors cold and afraid

Though some may wear fake smiles,

I see nothing here to gain

In the midst of the crowded room,

A pretty young lady catches my eye

So sweet, seemingly genuine

But it's impossible to say "hi"

My lips are glued together

My feet are buried in cement

As my eyes attempt to connect with hers,

I see that she's with another man

Feeling foolish, I turn away

Realizing that this is for naught

Wondering what he would do if he caught me

What kind of battle would be fought? 

A war of wits? A conflict of words?

How many lives would be lost?

One, I can count, it's my confidence

Anxiety turns me to rust

Reviews

[luvs2write]

Struggling with anxiety disorder myself, you described it well..... "Anxiety turns me to rust" a great ending to a great poem

[Merry J.]

you described anxiety true.

[The Fretless Horseman]

Thank you!