⚠ Trigger Warning *

The poem is written as if it's a mental illness talking. In my case, it's anxiety, low self-esteem and depression. I am okay now. I write for escapism and I like to write down my feelings - that's all. Also, my inbox is free for anybody going through the same thing, or if you just need a friend. ⚠

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You don't know me,

but you may have heard of me.

I'm your biggest fear.

I tear you apart,

a spear to your chest,

like an arrow straight through the heart.

I make you a nervous wreck,

and I do this to keep you in check.

Anxiety is my double,

a friend you can count on,

or should that be, foe?

If you have to blame anybody,

blame me, the thing that causes pain.

You cry an endless river,

and suicide is your biggest trigger.

A default set by motion,

your insides light up like an explosion.

You feel small, incapable of any simple task,

I'm your invisible mask.

The smile on your face is a facade, 

a barricade from others discovering what lies beneath the rubble.

I'm the vicious voice inside your head

that tells you, you're better off dead.

You can't sing.

You can't write. 

You aren't thin,

and you aren't bright. 

You can't get rid of me,

low self-esteem is here to stay...