Let me tell you a little about my anxiety.
My anxiety is the girl who walks in with a smiling face, then
she goes to speak but worries she's been talking for to long.
My anxiety is
the girl who's afraid to be late to
work even though its hours away.
My anxiety is the girl who's afraid to even speak when called upon in class.
It's the twitches of eyes and the tapping of fingers on desks to the shaking of my own very legs.
It's the fear of saying the wrong thing.
That each day it makes a prisoner out of a free mind.
This is my anxiety.
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Trio Of Words
PoetryPoetry from the corner of my little world. Another freestyle poetry book. "You finally saw that I was a puzzle piece that wasn't complete, but aren't we all when our emotions fall?" "So these are all things that keep playing back to me in poetry. A...
