Anxiety.
That's what's killing me.
I'm lost; I'm full of fear
Sometimes I'm uncomfortable in my own skin.
I want to flee disappear, and turn of the thoughts
swarming in my head.
I want to lock myself inside my room
Where no one can see me
The outside world frightens me
I'd rather be alone,
where anxiety doesn't haunt me
A.E.
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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...
