I want to My anxiety

I want to talk about my anxiety,

The feeling that smashes my spirit and weakens my body like I’m eighty,

That moment when I am drowned in the pool of naivety.

I want to talk about my anxiety,

The moment when my legs are crippled by fear,

My ears not ready to hear,

and my mouth denying to share.

I want to talk about my anxiety,

The minute I feel echoes drumming in my head,

Thinking of the next morning’s bread,

Confirming and telling myself its better I am dead.

I want to talk about my anxiety,

That instant when I am bounded with distress,

Without any way to express,

Other than to suppress so as to impress.

I want to talk about my anxiety,

The feeling of fear of failure,

That moment when the unexpected takes place,

and nothing seem to be in existence,

except accepting that phase.

I want to talk about my anxiety

The feeling of complete emptiness despite having people around,

That second when all you want is to be underground,

Without being surrounded by any one.

I want to talk about my anxiety,

That feeling that tortures me while alive,

And burns skin while I still survive.

I want to talk about my anxiety,

The moment when I am trying to be who I am not,

My live scattered and cannot be put together by any knot,

And my brain tells me to let go since I am not smart,

I just want to talk about my anxiety.