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chpeverill-conti's picture
on February 27, 2014 - 5:18am

I smile.
Anxiety.
I speak.
Anxiety.
I exist.
Anxiety.
I make a noise.
Anxiety.
I go to school.
ANXIETY
Somebody makes a noise.
Anxiety.
I say something dumb,
I look in the mirror,
Loud noises.
Anxiety
Anxiety
Anxiety
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When I woke up this morning, I couldn't get up because I would have to go to school. I haven't really eaten much in the past few days, so that might be part of it. I just really DON'T wanna be here. My mom's at work, so she can't pick me up. School isn't productive anymore. I don't see my friends anymore. Ever since I was diagnosed, and a few months before then, everything's been going downhill.
In the library, it was so so so loud. It made me SUPER anxious to hear so many loud voices all talking at the same time. That's when I wrote that poem.
Love you all
xoxo - Z