blinds me, hurts inside
Makes me feel unwelcome,
Like my hands are tied.
My tummy starts to hurt,
My hands begin to sweat,
My head goes all foggy,
My end has been met.
Breath in for 4,
Hold it for 6,
Breathe out for 8
On that, I do transfix.
This is something looked down
On by so many in society,
This is what I live with.
My anxiety.
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Disclaimer: My life isn't bad. My mental health is not as bad as lots and lots of people and I accept that. This poem does not include all of the symptoms that I get from anxiety, but it just gives you a bit of an insight into it. I have not been diagnosed by a doctor, but my mum and I have researched this a lot.
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