Anxiety | Teen Ink


April 17, 2018
By Steph'03 BRONZE, Jersey City, New Jersey
Steph'03 BRONZE, Jersey City, New Jersey
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I can’t help but feel empty,
Every day I wish I feel an emotion,
Like I’m constantly sinking into the ocean,
Every day I have to choose…
Do I sink or swim,
I pray to him every day,
Please let me feel better,
Most days I feel like I’m sitting in a dark room,
Pulling my sweater close to keep warm,
Anxiety is like a storm,
That never passes over,
It’s like all the pain,
Is killing me violently and silently on the inside,
I look up to the sky,
And pray for his guide,
I ask myself,
When people look me,
Do they see a normal girl,
Or someone trapped inside their own body,
Who doesn’t even know a way out,
Most days,
When I look in the mirror,
I see the terror,
And I pray one day,
I see myself clearer,
But that the thing about anxiety,
You’re always the silent one,
Questioning your sanity,
When they really see,
The lifeless girl,
That everyone just swirls around.

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