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Harsh Reality


The harsh reality of life,

Hit me unexpectedly.

I wish I knew,

How hard anxiety was going to be

To get through.

 

I remember it like it was yesterday,

Sitting in class and suddenly,

I cared what people thought of me.

 

I cared too much now.

I was unable to act the way I used to,

Outgoing, free, and bubbly.

 

I was no longer the girl I once was,

She was long gone and

Too afraid to come back out.

 

I could no longer sleep or wake up happily,

Fear would occupy me instead.

 

The fear would consume my thoughts,

Saying I wasn’t good enough nor

Pretty enough.

 

I now know how silly I was,

Letting my thoughts consume me.

Although I still fight my battle,

I know I am much stronger now.

 

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