Anxiety

Sometimes I can’t breathe I can’t even fathom the thoughts I have Why they complicate my mind Leaving me behind Sometimes my words don’t ever work And those moments when I’m quiet— There’s actually a million words a minute- A thousand critiques You call my name and I can’t even fight back Can’t even argue Instead I bury my head beneath the blankets- Throw a pillow over top And scream. It’s only bringing me more agony More regret More feelings of uselessness. I isolate myself almost completely, Painted with a believable smile One you’ve seen many times But what would one more time hurt?