The Monster
Dear Anxiety,
When they ask me what I am afraid of,
I lie.
Published: March 2019
The struggle with anxiety can be raw, scary, and debilitating. These poems about anxiety give a glimpse into the difficult struggle.
Dear Anxiety,
When they ask me what I am afraid of,
I lie.
Wow, did your poem ever hit home for me! I've been struggling with anxiety and panic disorder since I was a kid after being molested by my grandfather from ages 3-12 and then in my early 20's...
Panic, worry, darkness closing in around me.
These are some of the words I could use to describe my anxiety,
but nothing I can say could speak of its entirety,
as I cry internally thinking I've lost my sanity.
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I'm feeling so scared,
I can't breathe but I must.
Thinking so many thoughts,
Trying so hard to trust.
Can't you hear my silent screams?
They are so loud they echo in my dreams.
Behind this face that carries a smile
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Get dressed, love.
You're going to be late.
You look at yourself in the mirror,
The one you really hate.
Although I do not suffer from any mental illnesses (that I know of), I still do sometimes feel like this, and at some point, everyone probably will too. This poem summed up those feelings in...
With her head hung low
and nowhere to go,
she can't explain
No one understands what I am suffering from. My new doctor has decided I am taking a far too dangerous drug, so he is weaning me off. I must suffer again for the length of this weaning...
Is there anyone there
to help me see,
help me remember,
remember to be me?
I strongly relate to this poem. I have generalized anxiety disorder and depression, and this poem pretty much sums up what it's like every day for me and people like me.
A storm is coming, my chest is tightening and it's hard to breathe.
Like a giant noose, life is smothering me.
I would do anything to not feel this pain.
Make it stop, I want to laugh again.
I know you may not think so,
But I'm trying really hard.
I don't do it on purpose.
I did not pick this card.
My father is the type of person who does not "believe" in mental illnesses. I have always looked for help from an adult, but he always shoots it down. I deal with very critical anxiety and...
Tightness in my chest.
I can't breathe.
The only time I can escape
is when I fall asleep.
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