Poems About Living Life With Anxiety - Page 2
Gets hard to breathe.
My only escape
Is when I drug myself to sleep.
Constantly I wear a mask.
Constantly feeling afraid,
Worrying if the monster will attack me today.
But sometimes I'm at peace
With myself and everyone around,
It's just another pretense
And I wear the mask all over again.Featured Shared Story
I started having depression when I was only 5 through right now, but this teacher told me I am still able to make new steps, so I'm here to thank him.