Anxiety
Is what keeps me rooted in my seat
Anxiety is what causes me to feel defeat
Anxiety is what keeps fear rooted in my mind
Anxiety
Is what makes peace hard to find
As I stay here
Awkwardly shifting in my chair
I wonder if this feeling will soon disappear
Or will it haunt me like a ghost
Making my hair raise, and make a braille pattern out of my skin.
I soon hope that it goes away
Cuz to live like this?
I surely can't, no way.
It tightens my chest and all my air pathways
And makes my skin feel like static from a cable tv on a bad connection day.
Author's note: It's the first day of real school today
My schoolwork is now tangible
My fellow classmates are no longer faces on a screen with no head and body but real people .Real people that I can touch and speak to .Expect I can't really touch them and anxiety keeps my tongue tied.It's boring and unreal and surreal.
Hopefully this poem makes sense 😅. I may have been trying to rhyme a little too hard LOL. Anyways enjoy
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