social anxiety (Remove filter)
It might be in my imagination or a thought that sticks in my mind, When you walk in a crowded room it’s hard to be able to trust any human of kind .
You smile and walk through the crowd , hoping your silence isn’t too loud . You’re wanting to get to your destination , without anyone bumping into you for what feels like for desperation.
Desperation - to get a glimpse of you , for when you le...
Thursday 5th October 2023 7:46 pm
Heart so fast I'd rival a mouse
Darting eyes, fast breath
Don't look at me now
Checking my phone so often
It's hot in my hands
Don't get too close
Especially if you're a man
My hands shake with fear
And my breath quick with worry
My leg taps a song
Like it's also in a hurry
I jump at the sight
Of shadows on pavement
Can't sleep at night
Sick with worry...
Monday 24th May 2021 11:29 am
Mind is stuck in an everlasting illusion.
I’m trying to balance such ruthless confusion. But again it’s one down to the always winning intrusion.
Weaker and weaker I start to become as I slip beneath life’s Almighty thumb.
In turn I get thrown around until my emotions reach that proposed numb.
I then start to wonder how all this speculation of mine begun.
Tuesday 2nd March 2021 10:41 pm
~It's that constant voice in my head,
It's my voice,
Illustrating the never-ending daytime nightmares that keep me up at night,
That keep me down at noon
I fall for these stories
The fabrications that knit the fabric of my life
It's the stories behind the gazes that cut the deepest
Everyday I fight through plastic razor blades
But I don't think I'm strong enough~
Thursday 26th March 2020 6:27 am
A perfectly edited
Resists the truth
Thursday 26th September 2019 10:07 am
I packed a suitcase for just myself
then took a trip to winter months. Found
the key to the bedroom in a snow-crusted corner.
Flat-lined in a crowded room and had to shake
off the hangover in
So mood landed on carpet
and grew dim like a lamp when the flimsy blanket
drapes over the shade to welcome the latest
blast of ice in gray sunset.
Friday 1st February 2019 9:47 am
On the days when my tongue betrays me
The pen is my ally.
While it cannot turn off my mind
It is comforting to have a friend
Who promises the comfort of revision,
On the nights
When my bed is my solace
And sleep is a guest who takes too damn long to arrive
There are words
That I can use to dream.
There are days when my mind
Monday 20th February 2017 10:31 am
5th grade was my downfall
Anxiety coupled with A.D.D
Made for the perfect broken marriage.
6th grade was calm.
I had everything under control
And I was taking medication
But 7th grade was morbid.
One only the devil could produce,
Had arrived with the diseased name
8th grade was the year Depression made friends
Wednesday 13th April 2016 4:30 pm