Noise
The loud noise
in my eyes
in my mind
Roaring and growling
The noise won’t stop
It haunts and tricks me
driving me to the edge
of insanity.
Over and over
What if?
What if?
What if?
It never stops.
And I tell that voice
it will be okay
That I am okay
It’s just anxiety
no one hates you
You’re fine.
F-I-N-E.
But I never believe it.
My anxiety is not a fact
it is a part of me
that never sleeps.
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Hello, my name is Anne-Marie. Welcome to my profile. I like to think of myself as a writer and advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses. Part of me struggles with my faith on a daily basis because of my sexual orientation. So a lot of my poetry is about coping with that and my health on a day-to-day basis. I don't define myself with my sexual orientation or my health struggles but they are a part of me; there's no denying that. I love to write dark science fiction about dystopic futuristic landscapes. I like to write strong female leads with a lot of emotion and feeling to them. I truly live, breathe, and enjoy writing. Thank you for reading this
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