Everyone expects so much from me

Since I've been decent at the things I’ve managed to accomplish

in the years since I learned to read and write.

My stress levels are at an all time high

24 hours, 7 days a week.

My anxiety has been breathing down my back,

Leaving it’s horrid heavy breath on me

When I do get a break from it’s incessant grip,

Not a long one,

I feel like something indescribably wrong is bound to strike.

depression.

 You’re not diagnosed but you get that feeling,

& you know.

It seems to appear that anxiety are the inseparable annoying best friends.

Exactly like the evil stepsisters from Cinderella.

They beat you up and break you down.

Most of the time, the crooked “pretty” smile I wear does a pretty good job

Masking

The body aches, the invisible tears, the constant worry.

But other days it's hard.

It's so hard.

School friends will ask me,

What’s wrong?

Are you okay?

I’m here for you, and I love you.

But there is no explanation as to how I feel the way I feel.

I can't

Find the words

So I say,

I’m just tired today

Nothing      

It’s like my demons simultaneously have their cold frozen hands wrapped around my throat.

Suffocating me into silence.

So I battle them on my own.

An infinite battle,

Alone.