anxiety: part 2A Poem by Kristenwhat anxiety feels like they're staring at me my hair looks awful i look awful i am awful I panic It's like there's a train on my lungs c r u s h i n g me, collap s i n g my airways killing me slowly. I go home, I lock the doors and check fifteen times just to make sure I've washed my hands 38 times today what's another 12 more, then I'll have an even fifty oh my god did I lock the doors I check again. and again and again. it never stops.
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3 Reviews Added on May 22, 2015 Last Updated on May 22, 2015 Tags: anxiety, word placement, mental illness, nerves, sadness, poem, doesnt rhyme, social anxiety, ocd, obsessive compulsive disorder AuthorKristenMEAboutI've always enjoyed writing, but never let anyone I knew read anything I ever wrote. So I decided this is better. I will put trigger warnings in the titles of things I write when necessary. The aud.. more..Writing
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