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Lips sealed shut,
Hands clenched around my hair.
My heart is beating faster,
I can feel it coming on.
Teeth grinding,
Muscles clenching.
In the pit of my stomach I can feel it boiling,
Just hold it back!
Rapid breathing,
I can’t control it,
Can’t contain it.
I’m sorry,
Don’t look at me!
I don’t want you to see me like this!
My head is pounding,
Tears start to form,
I’m sorry!
My chest aches and feels tight,
The anxiety sets in.
Composure is gone,
Did it ever exist?
My body is rejecting me as tears stream down my face,
My body fails,
I can’t hold myself up so sink to my knees.
The panic.
The overwhelming fear and sadness.
Somebody end this.
I can’t breathe,
I can barely form sentences.
Someone help me, please!
But I’ll never ask,
Just because I need help doesn’t mean that I want it.
I hate this, I hate me!
Don’t look at me!
The tears flow shamelessly.
I break down, for all to see.
Don’t look at me,
I don’t want you to see me like this.
Without my shell,
Without my hard exterior.
I didn’t want you to see how I feel beneath it all.
Don’t look at me,
I don’t want you to see how weak I am.
Hands clenched around my hair.
My heart is beating faster,
I can feel it coming on.
Teeth grinding,
Muscles clenching.
In the pit of my stomach I can feel it boiling,
Just hold it back!
Rapid breathing,
I can’t control it,
Can’t contain it.
I’m sorry,
Don’t look at me!
I don’t want you to see me like this!
My head is pounding,
Tears start to form,
I’m sorry!
My chest aches and feels tight,
The anxiety sets in.
Composure is gone,
Did it ever exist?
My body is rejecting me as tears stream down my face,
My body fails,
I can’t hold myself up so sink to my knees.
The panic.
The overwhelming fear and sadness.
Somebody end this.
I can’t breathe,
I can barely form sentences.
Someone help me, please!
But I’ll never ask,
Just because I need help doesn’t mean that I want it.
I hate this, I hate me!
Don’t look at me!
The tears flow shamelessly.
I break down, for all to see.
Don’t look at me,
I don’t want you to see me like this.
Without my shell,
Without my hard exterior.
I didn’t want you to see how I feel beneath it all.
Don’t look at me,
I don’t want you to see how weak I am.
© 2013 - 2024 Lunar-Chaos-Kagura
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I know I haven't read a lot of your poems because you don't really show them to people in school, but I just wanted to tell you that this literally made me start to cry. Why? Because this is exactly like me. Like, my life story. I don't really show it when I'm around you guys or when I'm in school in general, but I've often found myself just go home, lock myself in my room, and just cry. Whether I have a reason or not. I panic quite often, and an anxiety disorder is not something fun to have. I've had times where I've panicked to the point where I couldn't breathe properly. I can't really sit still in my classes when taking tests, I start to lose focus because I'm just plain afraid, I'm completely paranoid.
Just because you wrote this poem made me cry for two contradicting reasons, however: The first reason being that I can understand every word and detail of the message this poem carries out, making me want to detest this anxiety even more, but the second reason being that there are other people in the world that understand it, and that makes me feel like I'm not totally insane. It's hard to find people that truly understand and don't just use the term "anxiety" as loosely as it is often portrayed.
Wow, that comment turned out being much longer than intended, sorry about that! ^-^; But, bringing my statement to a conclusion: thank you for writing this poem, and I love ya, mah friend~ <3
Just because you wrote this poem made me cry for two contradicting reasons, however: The first reason being that I can understand every word and detail of the message this poem carries out, making me want to detest this anxiety even more, but the second reason being that there are other people in the world that understand it, and that makes me feel like I'm not totally insane. It's hard to find people that truly understand and don't just use the term "anxiety" as loosely as it is often portrayed.
Wow, that comment turned out being much longer than intended, sorry about that! ^-^; But, bringing my statement to a conclusion: thank you for writing this poem, and I love ya, mah friend~ <3