Anxiety

They say my future looks nice and bright,

Why, then, am I always filled with fright?

My friends are plentiful, they’re all so nice.

Why, then, am I always filled with fright?

My mom, she loves me, she wants what’s right.

Why, then, am I always filled with fright?

 

The world comes in colors:

One second a light blue,

The next a much darker hue.

A pretty pink with the sunset,

And then a warning red that fills me with dread.

I know that life is meant to be a soothing gray,

But all I live is black and white.

 

I love myself, I really do,

I just find it hard to do what I want to do.

I want the world to love me too,

What a foolish thing to ask it to do.

I pray to God to keep me safe,

And yet I show no signs of faith.

I feel completely wrong in my own skin,

My sanity has been stretched so thin.

 

No harm has ever come to me,

My life has been such a nice experience.

Why, then, am I always filled with fright?

This poem is about: 
Me

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