AnxietyA Poem by Lilaa
When I tell you that
there is a ghost living inside of my body, people tell you to run, as fast as you can to avoid being the safety net my soul needs. When I tell she clenches onto my chest like her very own life line, you pause, looking at me as if I was mental, in disbelief that someone could be in so much pain When you noticed my palms sweating and my body shaking in front of your friends, you never helped, instead you watched as she clenched onto my chest, hands gripping around my throat, you watched as anxiety carried me in her arms, with a force so suffocating, you stood there as if my existence was no longer relevant When I begin to re-gain my ability to have a conversation without feeling hot sweats emerge from my paws, a shaken up body and eyes that drifts so far from the sea, there is no doubt in my mind that someone will destroy my endowment to ever do it again. People tell me to "Just go talk", or "You'll be ok", the truth is I won't be ok, I am never "ok" My anxiety is the friend I don't want to have, she makes herself at home and digs a hole deeper every time she stays.
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