Anxiety: What It Feels LikeA Poem by TannyaI have social anxiety and it was due to a rough time in high school, i hope to raise awareness about anxiety that anxiety can really kill someone.Anxiety It’s not a sickness Some people define it as a disorder Me? I don’t think so I think anxiety is a natural response to tragic things that happen in our life Death, separation, betrayal, mockery And other things You can’t just.. stop it It happens by itself The pain of not knowing what others think of you And the pain of knowing what they’re thinking It burns It just burns and burns like a never ending fire You see their eyes looking at you Judging you, mocking you, undressing you, & raping you Your chest seems to emit this fire and it feels like you can’t breathe You’re trapped in a burning house But There are no firemen, no bystanders helping You’re just.. there Alone And when people come they'd laugh and say, "weak" "dramatic" "psychotic" You'd come to agree with what they're saying You say yes to everything they say and no when they are expecting you to A human with no soul A human like a burning house crumbling and crumbling You smile when you see people But you cry when they leave You’re afraid to call out to them To just scream and shout and beg for help You’re afraid And your body starts shaking with fear Mixed with cold sweat seeping out your pores You can’t breathe You can’t think You just want to end it Extinguish the fire once and for all You just want peace And your mind says end it And your body says it too I’m a failure I’m a disgrace I’m.. no one No one needs me And when you thought you've extinguished the flames in the burning house Realty kicks in laughing at you "Baby, you’re not done."
© 2017 TannyaAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on March 4, 2017 Last Updated on March 4, 2017 Tags: poem, anxiety, deep, hurt, depression AuthorTannyaJakarta, Jakarta Barat, IndonesiaAboutI just love writing and poetry. Follow my instagram @anyarebecaa if you want to! more..Writing
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