Anxiety is a cold blanket that covers me at night; I'm not allowed to sleep, I'm not allowed to stop thinking.
I'm only allowed to dwell, to lie with eyes open
to watch the clouds move and wonder why time always feels so heavy
Anxiety is also heat; It's sweat dripping down the length of my back mid-sentence
It's a hot crowded dirty room I cannot leave
So I spend the whole night in the corner , or
I never leave my bed
The feeling your being watched or worse
That no one can see you
YOU ARE READING
Anxiety
PoetryAnxiety is hard; I decided to write this 5 years ago and I rarely update. I come back to read what I had as this description, "there is no escape." I lied, there is an escape. I don't know how to feel to about this book anymore but most seem to enjo...
