anxious
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A poem written by a below-average 4 year old can sound beautiful coming out of your mouth.
sometimes i don’t really know if there’s anyone there
downcast, empty, broken
i wait for someone
someone who may or may not come for me
alone i wait
i would brighten the sun to keep you warm,
but you just put on a jacket.
i would wipe your tears to make sure you can see,
but you use your sleeve.
i would search for you in a crowded room,
i pull off my heavy-weight sweatshirt
i weigh myself
ranking up to nearly 100 pounds
im satisfied for now
I had a key,
To my heart,
It was only for me,
To play my part.
I gave away the key,
To a boy,
I am my own Alice
seeking a non-existent
wonderland,
I am a butterfly
fluttering about in
a flowerless field,
I am a pen
deprived of
the badly needed ink,
I'm wide awake.
Night fell long ago;
morning rose to take its place.
I hide my face
from the light.
The peace of sleep
never graced my pillow.
Instead the tumultuous waves
i'm sick
i'm scared
i'm rotting inside
i'm crying for help
but i'm mute
i don't have the answers
that we both need.
A tick tock noise from the clock in my room
Knocks my head on and on
Till it wakes me up in the middle of the night,
So I found myself looking right at the ceiling
My body starts sweating
How do u explain to someone you cant hangout . "anxiety bad today" wont come out the mouth
Laying in bed , not wanting to get off the couch
I try to focus,
but im just too hopeless
8 planets in the universe,
I'm on the coldest
The things that complete us,
seem to leave us broken
i got distracted from success
As I enter this day,
what most do I crave?
Unlimited, love-genuine intimacy
with someone who never leaves
Embraced daily close to a heart that's
its the fear that eats away at me
this feeling between my legs
it isnt arousal
its fear
its the sound that eats away at me
this feeling in my chest
it isnt love
its fear
I am late nights,
Working at my studies until I get everything just right.
I am a small town grocery clerk,
calling my customers by name,
welcoming those that are new.
I go out drinking and seeking,
The nght life is what I am thinking,
All those sleeping have me wishing I was dreaming.
My heart beat is racing and my pulse is pacing,
I'm perfect
like the story of Hercules.
Represented by Courage and Glory,
Masculinity and Strength,
Pleasure and virtue.
Chosen by light, and
offered one of two lives.
I'm perfect
As I stand inside this room
I can feel the darkness loom
Deep inside my broken heart
My guilty soul tears me apart.
And I cannot describe the pain
It does not sting or lightly maim
U sually my face holds a smile and my smiel tells happy stories.
N evertheless, my heart holds a sadder story.
V ersions of my thoughts are told to friends and family,
sometimes I wonder exactly where I'm going or what I'm doing or even will I be here tomorrow there's no promise and that scares me so bad and that one time I fell in front of all of my friends and they laughed and why am I so stupid they were ter
It’s supposed to be amazing
Everyone telling you how proud they are and how much they love you
How glad they are that you made it through that hell called high school
But all you’re doing is waiting
Twas the night before my operation whilst eating my meal,in a moment it hit me and it seemed all too real,my Plate, it sat empty, hard, white and cold,while my kin heaped theirs high with colors so bold.
Home
Love, Hate;
A cry of joy, a tear of pain;
Overwhelming happiness, suicidal sadness.
A house, a home;
A daddy leaves, a mother mourns;
children comfused but accepting.
My mind is depraved. A sarcastic fringehead, erasing my thoughts faster than they can swim. Breathing in water, my lungs fill with salted froth. I bite my tongue and an acrid brine pervades the void.
From day one I've had goals
Goals thought to be immposible even by myself
Some I have acheived
Others i've yet to even percieve
Along with these aspirations I've come along a great deal of stress
Responsibility is just more stress.
Carefree lives replaced with obligations,
As life passes we all look for success.
College is coming up like the stuff that bubbles up
From volcanoes in places I've never been to
Will I like it? Will it be good?
I'm kind of scared.
Is it normal to dread the final day of my high school existence?
Is it normal to be intimidated not excited by my approaching college enrollment?
For twelve years I have focused completely on my goal of a college education.
The student prepares for college
Searching for a school with a perfect fit
The journey has already started
leaving his parents, the boy becomes a man
Click, click goes the mouse on the computer
Transitions are hard
from many schools I am barred.
Money always is a struggle
but at least I stay out of trouble.
I wish I had my first pick
then financing wouldn't make me sick.
My last year, I made it or so I thought
Statistics say college is the only way
But what if I can’t afford it
Scholarships?
I probably won’t get any
I mean I’m smart, but there’s always someone smarter
Going to college is what's important to meDon't worry about anyone elseI'm not worried about anybody elsebecause I only care about meI don't want to be nothing that I know I don't want to be
First day, not so bad
Went to class and went home to tell mom and dad
Weeks went by and things stayed the same
I was starting to feel so empty
I missed high school and my friends
(poems go here) The will of the world seems to tug and pull. The heart and the family plea and beg for you to go to college but no one knows the effort you need to put it together.
I've been at this for more than ten months,
Vying and trying for my chance,
At a little cash to help pay my way,
So my parents can stop this dance.
