AnxietyA Poem by skerns
Anxiety doesn't sleep.
When she does, it is interrupted every hour by loud thoughts and worries. She masks herself in public, always smiling, always pushing forward, always taking over in order to hide her imperfections. She only wears dark colors. Partly to hide, to not stand out, to avoid any judgement brought on by bright colors. She is constantly worried about her performance, how others perceive her, constantly putting herself down while comparing herself to others. The daughter of expectation and guilt. The first born, the role model, Unable to see how amazing she really is.
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