Anxiety your such a pest, Constantly lingering inside.
Even though I know in the end everything will be fine
You’re a bubble of worry and doubt , trapped in my mind.
You make me think everything wont turn out fine.
Even left alone with my thoughts you still arise.
It’s scary the control you have over me.
All the things I just can’t do, because of you.
I can’t go to the shop and pay for my food, or answer the door in fear of you.
You stop me from having fun and going places with my friends, because
the stupid pain you cause me never seems to end.
It’s silly, I know.
I want to be a explorer and travel the world.
But how’s that going to happen when I’m scared trapped in my own little world.
Here’s a random poem that isn’t great. I wrote it awhile ago in school for an inspireland class thing. I needed to post something and I am way to lazy to do something new today so here this is 🙂