TW: ANXIETY
Mental Mystery:
I was only 8 years old,
When they told me what it was.
A 4 syllable word, that made my head start to buzz.
That’s why I get so stressed and scared.
For reasons I am not aware.
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It truly is a scary thing,
It eats me away all day.
Sometimes I don't even know myself,
I can’t make it go away.
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The worst part of this experience,
Is that I can’t control it.
It’s deep inside and yet all over,
Deeper than a bullet.
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If I could fix the feeling,
I know my heart would SOAR.
But I’m looking for the tools to help,
And all I see is an empty floor.
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My body hates this noun,
It cries to push it away.
But I’ve been fighting it for years now,
And I think it’s here to stay.
ANXIETY
**This poem can also be found in my piece "What Goes Around." It was part of the soundscore for that project and adapted accordingly!!**