ANXIETY
I've heard all the names,
weird, ugly, and such a freak,
yeah they say it's a disease,
something that's eating at me,
I can't walk through the crowds easily,
why am I so scared,
there's nothing chasing after me,
is just the fear inside,
this feeling,
this way of life,
this thing inside,
they call it anxiety
This poem is about:
Me