Anxiety
I struggle
To wake up every morning,
I find it hard
To fall asleep at night.
Getting up in front of a crowd is impossible,
Breathe, I tell myself,
BREATHE.
There are people going through worse,
But I still find it hard
To stop the crushing weight on my chest.
I wake up,
Every morning.
I strap on my mask,
Afraid of what people will think
When they see the real me.
This poem is about:
Me