Angst

My life consists of heartbreak,

It's all made up of shit.

Confusion is synonymous

With life and life with it. 

I hate to look in mirrors

To see what's looking back:

The sunken eyes, the fatty thighs,

And all the things I lack.

Depression drowns me daily,

While stress engulfs my brain.

The nervous ticks and panicked fits

Are driving me insane.

The future prowls behind me,

Its wet breath on my neck.

I've lost my motivation

And my body is a wreck.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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