Anxiety grabs me by the throat,
Almost like grabbing a man's balls.
It hurts deep into your stomach,
Churning your belly down.
It locks you in a suitcase like a prison cell,
Not being able to move from the four walls,
not getting out.
Same situation over and over again.
You're useless, nobody likes you,
Says the little devil on my shoulder
Is someone building a house on my shoulders?
Ooooo no, it's just me overthinking.
You see me sitting there,
Bouncing my leg or twiddling my fingers.
Yes, that's my anxiety.
Sweaty palms.
Yes, that's my anxiety too.
Putting my head down,
Avoiding eye contact.
Yessss, that's anxiety too.
I want to be normal,
But I guess
My anxiety makes me me
A nervous and awkward mess.
I think until 2 am,
Imaging scenarios and scenes,
Which will never happen.
I prepare myself.
Thing is, with me,
I have built my wall too high,
And not many people
Try to climb it,
But I just wish
One or two people would
And help me.
It's controlling my thoughts
And the person I dream of being.
Living In The World Of Severe Anxiety
Hi! My name is Jun. I've also been struggling with anxiety since I was 10. Sometimes I find it hard to express how I felt back them. Reading this poem of yours has made me feel more grateful...
Every Day Is A Fight With Anxiety
Published by Family Friend Poems March 2018 with permission of the Author.
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Thank you so much. Yes, anxiety is a struggle on a daily basis, but your inspiring message has showed me that I can get through this! Also, thank you for taking time to read my poem and commenting! I do use a herbal essence rescue remedy spray, and it does seem to soothe me when I use it at the height of my panic/anxiety attack. I do need to consult a doctor about my mental health, but it's just about working up the courage to do so. Thanks again for the inspiring words!