Treasure Island

Jessica Goudreault

(New Hampshire)

The Effects of Anxiety

Caving in,
Spinning all around me,
Trying not to think about
What will freak me out

Feeling so unsafe and insecure,
Knowing that there isn't a cure
Only my mind's
Ability to trick itself,
I get so scared,
Especially when I begin to doubt

It's not fair
That I have to feel this way,
I wish that I could just make it go away

To no longer panic,
To no longer fear,
Illusions that my mind creates
Seems inevitable when I'm here

I train myself to cope
With my worst fright,
Can't someone please
Make things alright?

Submitted: Saturday, January 17, 2009
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  • Penny Lane (1/17/2009 8:33:00 PM)

    Only one thing know can...the love of Jesus...God be With you and Bless you...You have my prayers and support. (Report) Reply

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