Anxiety
I can't knock on a door,
it's too loud.
Or ask for an extra napkin,
my voice won't work.
I can't raise my hand in class,
people will look at me.
I can't walk down the halls at school,
my heart beats too fast.
I dread picking a seat at lunch,
too many eyes.
Eating in front of people, impossible.
I'm scared of standing tall,
so I slouch.
It's like being in a cage,
that isn't locked.
I could leave,
but I can't get out.
It's wanting new friends,
but I can't hang out.
My life is like
suffocating while breathing.
It is not a way to live,
it is a way to die,
a little more inside everyday.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world