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.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
Comments are closed for this poem.