Anxiety.

Being trapped in a room with my own thoughts.

Replaying the scene in my head, what I should have done, what I should have said.

Not quite meeting the eyes of the person speaking to me, afraid of what I'll see.

No.

Afraid of what they'll see in me.

My heart beats around the clock and out of my chest.

So loud, I can always hear it.

I want to escape but where would I go?

Get a grip.

Be normal.

Be sociable.

Be happy.

Be quiet.

F**k off.

Be perfect. 

Reviews

[Neville]

I imagine loads of folk will be able to relate to your 'Anxiety' often underestimated, it can be so bloomin destructive and crippling .............. you just said what whole textbooks on the subject have failed to express so eloquently ........................................................................... N :)

[L.E.Osborne]

Thank you N xx

[Neville]

my very sincere pleasure ................ :) x

[PlayWrite]

really captures the emotion of anxiety

the last part is a nice touch

[L.E.Osborne]

Thank you, I appreciate you taking the time to read it x

[PlayWrite]

youre welcome

[mattavelli]

Hello, L! :)
Its like you're writing about me here. Haha
I'm pretty sure its an adrenaline issue, like a rabbit trapped with its foot in a sling, only the sling is "decorum", keeping you from hopping around freely. I say rage through it, but be kind.
When you have time, check out my poem, Fearlessly. I wrote it to remind myself to stop worrying.

[L.E.Osborne]

Thank you once again for your kind words as always x