I'm annoying because my anxiety says I'm annoying, I'm annoying because I'm always trying to he of help and be of comfort a little to much. My anxiety says I am what I am and I'm forced to listen and believe, believe it when it whispers in my ear words of silence and disturbance. I can't shake it off because it's always there in the background ready to creep up and destroy my day or moment. It's always twisting me around making me believe that I'm worthless and less of a person. It's always ready to make me drip tears of fear and isolation. It's always ready to tape up my mouth and make me shake and overthink. And I can't handle it on my own but I choose so because no one absolutely no one can wrap there mind around it and understand it. They always go speechless when I speak of such demons and hooligans that haunt me in the day and night, they never know how to respond or what to say so why speak of it. Instead I now choose to just smile and nod and fake my anxiety away but it never goes away. It's just masked as I breath it out into transparency. It's all I do. I'm annoying.
