Vented Lips✎

i.|ᴀɴxɪᴇᴛʏ

i.| anxiety

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    I have anxiety.

It's never easy.

       My head is always hung down,
 

'Cuz people might see me like a clown.

I get scared of judgments people lay on me,

        Or say i might be.

    I see the way they stare at me.

       I feel like a misery.

A walking tragedy.

      I baffle with the puzzles

in my mind,

        I hide away so

no one knows about me.

           I'm scared of what they might find.

   I'm a living catastrophe.

I've learnt to hold back my words.

            The voice in my head reminds me,

❛We don't want to make a fool out of

              ourselves now,do we?❜

  'Cuz nothing in my life goes smoothly.

I worry about the future,

I worry about now,

I keep a straight posture,

I hold my breath,

I can't walk out my door,

I tap my feet,

I can't be free,

  Because i worry constantly.

          It's hard to be me.

              I wish it would all go away.

   'Cuz it's never that easy

               When you have anxiety.