talking gives me anxiety.
the thoughts in my head control me.
the never-ending self-doubt.
choking me till I can’t breathe.
a simple conversation is hard to hold.
I promise I’m not cold.
just suffering from crippling anxiety
I wish it would just let me breathe.
the constant fear of being judged is all I see.
sometimes I just stare in the mirror.
and curse
at my ugly little body
and the scars that cover me
cuz who would love a broken girl like me.
and in these crowds, I cannot speak.
the fog in my mind won’t let my words free.
the grip on my throat holds me back!
and my hands shake like it is 5 degrees.
but I just smile and act like I m fine
cuz u make me feel like it is not a big deal
but I can't suck it up and act like I m free
cuz I m in a cage and I will break free