Anonymous
Anxiety
poetry

Anxiety eats away at me everyday
Anxiety stops me from my freedom of expression but people say “get over it”
How do I get over it
When I can’t even finish a conversation without a sorry
Sorry that I’m loud
Sorry that I talk too much
Sorry that I can’t control my own emotions because they control me now
Why would I say sorry when anxiety doesn’t beat at you like a drum but anxiety makes me say sorry
Sorry that I am who I am
Sorry that you don’t even know an ounce of what anxiety even feels like
Anxiety’s state of mind is my state of mind
Anxiety… is always on my state of mind.