Anxiety
My thoughts, my fears, my insecurites:
they begin to overflow.
Tears are streaming down my face.
Fear is crawling up my skin.
Insecurites begin to cover my face.
Who am i?
I used to have a name.
A couple months ago, my body was my home.
Now, I'm afraid I don't belong.
All I can think about is running away.
Little did I know, it all had a name.
One word.
Thouands of victims.
But it is a part of who I am.
Anxiety.
I have anxiety.
As the days go on,
my heart slows down,
my hands stop shaking,
my body stops sweating.
I can breath.
My ideas, my thoughts, my words finally have a home.
My mind is my own.