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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!!**

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