The war with my mind
A poem about anxiety
Some days, it’s easy.
Some days, it’s hard.
Some days, I forget I’m even at war.
With each interaction,
a fight inside happens.
Why did I answer her question that way?
Why can’t I be normal just for one day?
I don’t understand why they’re looking at me,
Is there something wrong that I just can’t see?
I feel uncomfortable in my own skin.
I don’t think this is a war I can win.
I pick up my armor each and every day.
I put on a smile to keep the questions away.
Behind my eyes, these thoughts go on.
I dream of a day where they are gone.
Back in my bed at the day’s end,
Tomorrow, I’ll wake, and start over again.
I close my eyes, and my mind lights up.
Anxiety lives to interrupt.
I’m too tired to fight the good fight.
I wish anxiety would just leave my life.