I have a certain paranoia,
That everyone hates me,
I know its completely irrational,
But this Anxiety wont stop plaguing me,
I feel like a burden,
For simply existing,
I'm fidgety, anxious, and restless,
Bracelets on my wrist always twisting and untwisting,
A squeamish feeling in my stomach,
When I hear laughter,
The whole day is now spent,
Thinking about it long after,
Logically I know not everyone hates me,
I know the things I tell myself aren't true,
But I take solace in the fact that,
No one will ever hate me, as much as I do
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Anxiety
PoetryAnxiety is not a joke. This is based on Anxiety, some poems and what not. So, enjoy. Some of these aren't mine, the owners get the credit. (Most came off this website; http://hellopoetry.com with the Anxiety hash-tag) I am using other people's poem...
