It’s always being in fear of what others think of you;
your clothes, your makeup, your weight, your acne.
It’s never wanting to go home because you’re afraid
of being interrogated and belittled by your own mother.
It’s going to therapy every Tuesday night at 6 because
your childhood problems and current fears have led to anxiety
and possible depression. It’s despising school and everything it entails:
awaiting to be called on by a teacher for a question you don’t
know how to answer, walking around the halls and being bumped
into because you’re a nobody, and stressing out about assignments
from four different AP classes and tutoring for seven honors societies.
It’s biting your nails- constantly. It’s fidgeting nonstop because your body
is restless, making school an absolute nightmare. It’s trying to live up to
societal and parental expectations. “Be Skinny!” and “Get Straight As!”
“Have a Boyfriend!” and “Be Perfect!”
“Choose Your Future Career at Age 18!”
It’s never being comfortable in your own skin, wanting to be like
everybody else, yet wanting to be unique at the same time.
It’s struggling to wake up every morning to the monotone beep of your
alarm, signaling the start of another dreadful, repetitive day.
Being an anxious teenager?
It’s impossible.