My Anxious Self
How anxiety makes me feel
I feel like I could cry at any moment
Crumble into a puddle of what I used to be
I tremor with the strain of my fears
They tear at my skin piece by piece
Myself escaping through the gaps
Dying by a thousand cuts of insecurity
My armour long since penetrated
And my strength locked away
Imprisoned by the gremlins I've created
They wreak havoc on my self-worth
My confidence shredded
I fold into paper, discarded in a pile
The lattice, unintentional and chaotic
I'm pieced together like a broken jigsaw
Forced together by frustration
My picture no longer clear
I'm a Picasso of myself without deliberation
The gremlins did it.
There was a mutiny.
I cling to the ship, trying not to let go
The wake shakes me, trying to break me
Pulled in the direction of the puddle
Barely keeping myself together
Clinging on to any shred of hope that may surface
Copyright ©️ 2023 Simon George. All rights reserved.
*Published on Vocal 18/06/23
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Simon George
I write poetry, fiction, and non-fiction. In 2021, I published my debut book "The Truth Behind The Smile" a self-help guide for your mental health based on my personal experience with depression. Go check it out.
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Comments (2)
All but falling apart, hanging on by a single fingertip, desperate. Powerfully expressed.
This is so good and so relatable in so many ways. Love these lines "Dying by a thousand cuts of insecurity. My armour long since penetrated" So vivid and visceral. Well done, Simon!