Arts Of Poetry

15

-Anxiety-

A never ending fear,
A never ending fidgeting,
A never ending shaking,
Feels like Hell just by thinking about it.

My heart is racing,
My palms are sweaty, I just wanna hide from the world behind me.
Whenever I face them, my anxiety is on, feeling so stressed just by their stares.

The party's is on, the people are excited
It feels like 'fun' but I can't seems to find it Fun?

I smile and nod, trying to hide, trying to blend
But socializing is not my friend.
I wish I could be free,
And breathe without anxiety,
Not afraid of disappointing everyone around me.

This will be hard, but step by step, I'll work on it.
Someday soon I'll break this plea.
I'll learn to manage stress, defeat them with my ability,
And gain confidence with strength on me.

Slowly but surely, I will find my own new way,
I'll learn to love the person inside me,
And conquer anxiety with pride and honor with me.