There's something inside me
It consumes me every night
It aches when I go to sleep
It screams at me for attention
It begs for me to listen
To understand it's words
To beleive in it's voice
To believe I have no worth
That I am ugly
That I am rude
That I have no real friends
That I am isolated from the world
This thing inside me is always there
A constant plague in my mind
Even when I know it's wrong
I start to believe its lies
I have this thing inside me
It consumes me every day
It aches when I don't listen
It screams for me to say it's name
It calls itself anxiety
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PoetryThis is a bunch of poems I wrote for different reasons. Some of them I wrote to calm me down during anxiety attacks, some of them are written from when I'm sad, most of the time the mood of the poem reflects how I felt when I wrote it. Some of them...
