Anxiety
Constant worries.
Constant fears.
Always wondering if I’ll ever be good enough.
Constant tears flowing down my face
I don’t know just how to stop this feeling of disgrace.
Fear of rejection, fear of crowds.
Fear of speaking, of reaching out.
Fear of using my voice to speak.
So, I stay in the shadows, hiding.
Waiting for things to get better
Waiting for the sun to shine down where I linger.
Constantly needing approval. Constant nerves.
A severe, overwhelming urge to scream.
To fight the demons that hide inside my mind.
To fight the demons, that nobody else can see.













