anxiety?
it's like...
you're in a forest fire.
with bodies scattered around you.
you want to save them.
but you feel,
if you got too close,
you'd hurt them more.
the fire sneaks up on you.
you don't understand until it's too late.
then it engulfs you.
you scratch and you pick,
your insecurities they poke.
you worry,
if you die,
your future is ruined.
your plans?
all. gone.
YOU ARE READING
reality
Poetryi stole this idea from my good friend, @The_Chosen_Demidork -go follow her now! anyways this is some "slam poetry" or my daily thoughts.
