Anxiety
There’s a feeling I know.
It feels like
everything is crumbling around you or like
walls are closing in and there’s no room to breathe or like
no matter what you do nothing is right and it’s scary.
It’s terrifying to feel that way and it’s unspeakably sad to know
that people won’t help
or they don’t
or they can’t
or… something
and it just doesn’t end.
I’m sure there’s a way to conquer it.
Somewhere out there, there’s an answer,
and sometimes I think I’ve found it
and sometimes I think it’s lifetimes away
and sometimes I think it doesn’t exist at all.
But it’s out there.
I know there are people like me out there too.
They feel the same.
Broken
shells of normal people, going through the motions
one foot in front of the other
I’m fine nothing’s wrong
but inside that façade is somebody who’s terrified anguished lost
doesn’t know what to do
and would give absolutely anything to just
r e l a x
and I would give anything to let them.
To somehow take all the terror away—
everything’s all right, you don’t have to be broken anymore.
I wish with all my heart that I could help those of us
who hold back tears and panic and inner demons and voices and
everything else you can imagine
on a daily basis
and to let them know that they can find peace.
But somehow, I can’t.
It would be easier if I could find a little peace myself.
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I can tell you are really writing from your heart. I know it sounds really cliche to say that, but i read this poem because the title caught my attention. How great it is to hear someone else describe anxiety in the way which i know it. This isn't about me though, it's about your poem. i like it because it is real and because it is one hundred percent you. Those are the poems i think that matter. I mean animal abuse and enviornmental poems are alright. Maybe that is just me.