For me, anxiety is the feeling that I am always being watched.

Anxiety is staying awake because you're afraid of what can happen tomorrow.

Anxiety is the feeling that I'm being followed.

Anxiety is the feeling that I'm going to be robbed again.


Anxiety is a mental illness that most people don't seem to understand.

How am I supposed to calm down when life moves so fast?

Anxiety is an entity telling me that something near me isn't right.

How am I supposed to feel safe when almost everything feels like a threat?


Why can't I walk down the street without feeling like the guy coming towards me is going to attack me?

Why can't I ride the bus without feeling like the person across from me is waiting to get off at my stop and follow me home?

Why do I feel like the world is out to get me?

Why can't I sleep with the window open anymore?






Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741