I say the wrong thing,
In perfect moments.
My failures wait for me,
In the reflection,
Every morning.
Nightmares dance
Through my mind.
Pictures, motion pictures.
Often black and white.
My voice taunts my body.
I see every imperfection,
My voice will remind me,
To look,
Before I can forget.
My breath escapes me.
There is no room for air,
In,
Me.
I cannot inhale.
I cannot inhale.
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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...
