Dear Anxiety,
I have one question: why? Why is it so hard to talk to people? Why is it so hard to put myself out there? Why am I stressing over the tiniest detail as if it will be the last thing I'll ever do? This is the hardest part of my life. You are the hardest part of my life.
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I will keep my mouth shut
Because no one will listen.
I will follow the lead
Because I cannot be a leader.
My hands are shaking.
It's too hard to think
straight.
Anxiety, please
Let me be in peace.
But when you leave
Nothing feels the same.
And when you leave
My mind is
Numb.
About the Creator
Reyna Cannon
I write things, sometimes. Duh. My writing mainly revolves around fiction with a bit of shitty poetry. I'm an actress, as well, and I am an avid music-listener. My work is usually fueled by angst or anxiety, so there may be a theme here.
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