It is hard having anxiety.
That everything you do is not only picked apart piece by piece by you, but by others too.
That your thoughts haunt you and the ghost is sleep you hardly ever get to see.
It's the shaking of hands and the quivering of lips. It's the fear to ever get out of bed to face the world.
The fear of failing every test you've ever studied for.
The words that you spoke that come back to taunt.
Everything that steals our happiness away and our sense of peace.
Every unanswered telephone call and unspoken word this is our anxiety.
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In Between The Lines
PoetryCopyright 2017-2018©️ Ranking 138 in poetry on July 24,2018 Poetry from in between the lines. All the words hidden between the sheets. "If you can't love me in the storm, you can't dance with me in the rain." "What you pursue will soon glow, when t...
