Anxiety. Sometimes it gets too crowded. Sometimes it gets too loud. Sometimes it's in real life. Sometimes its in my head. Sometimes people stare. Sometimes people ignore. Sometimes its real. Sometimes its imaginary. Always, it gets in the way of living. Anxiety.
This is what might be a poem, I don't actually know, about my experiences with anxiety. I've lived with it for so many years, and it affects things that I have never done or have done about a million times over. I hope others with anxiety feel seen if they read this. Thank you for reading! I made the cover art look dark and dreary because life just feel like that sometimes.
