Control

To constantly fear....everything,

It's like,

Like a baby bird who is about to fly for the very first time.

Like a ittle kid on his very first day of school.

Like a baby calf running away from the pack of wolves.

No place is safe,

No place is calm,

You're swimming with the sharks now,

And all they smell is blood.

You have to hide from everyone,

Locked away all alone...

But you can't be alone, 

Because that frightens you too.

A funny thing,

Living with anxiety.

You worry too much about everything,

And it literally comes from nowhere, then it's here to stay forever.

You need to feel like you belong, you need attention.

But no, that attention makes you panic, 

Attention isn't good for you to be around.

You'd rather be dead then to spend one more day living in these shoes.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
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