words of a poet.

BITCH

Anxiety. .... A-n-e-x-e-i-t-y . o'shit i spelled it wrong . Weird nah? I spelled it wrong because the voice in my head told me you would hate it before the first word rolled off my tounge .
I shouldn't care what you think but i do ,its part of my pride .

I rather sit in the corner by myself then talk , saves me from negativity. ..then anxiety won't win.

I walk by a group of girls and i assume they are talking badly about me. it's not my fault! Anxiety said it first!

Why wouldn't i believe what the voice in my head is saying when my own mother talks about me on a daily and my father wants nothing to do with me .

Verbal abuse running through my ears kicking my brain every day , i don't even know how to take a compliment.

Words of a poet
      -lex