Blues greens and black swarm my sight,
I try to focus but it's a hopeless fight,
Every day seems to be the same,
Anxiety and doubts I'm unable to tame,
I try to focus and I try to calm down,
But all I hear is a voice calling me a clown,
My parents ask if I'm sure I'm good,
Instead of talking I simply eat food,
Walking through the halls drowning people out,
My face seems fixed in a permanent pout,
They say just stay in the now,
But I've never once heard them say how.
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Poems
PoetryThis is an incomplete collection of original poems, with varying themes and styles. Please don't copy any of them, and enjoy! :) #18 in rhyming 7/29/19 #2 in generalized anxiety disorder 1/1/20 #88 in express yourself 9/24/19
