Anxiety

They don't know how hard it is to talk

To walk or run or be

My anxiety

It eats at me

It yells and yells and speaks to me

It tells me I'm not good enough

To live

To breathe

And other stuff

The things you say are simple

But words get twisted and rephrased

Do you even like me anyway?

Anxiety

It hurts

I doubt and doubt

And make it worse

It's hard to listen

Hard to play

Hard to hear those words you say

Everything that's said is filtered

Through a hate me word creator.

Sometimes I breathe

And sometimes I can't

I scream and scream and try to shout

But very few words make it out.

The few that do

Get misconstrued and yelled about

It isn't true

The words they say

Inside I know that

But the voice inside

Says otherwise.