Dear Anxiety,
Aren't you tired of sticking with me?
You keep on telling me that I am not good enough inside my head,
And I was fool enough to believe what you said..
...
Feel my kiss
When the wind blows,
Remember my voice
When the river flows.
...
Easy to take,
But hard to give.
Easy to lose,
But hard to win.
...
I feel it in the quiet spaces,
Where words hang still between us,
Like secrets too heavy for the air,
Yet lighter than the trust we share.
...
I am a lost child,
Born into a family that doesn't like to smile.
I aim for perfection,
And daydream instead of taking action.
...
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Dear Anxiety
Dear Anxiety,
Aren't you tired of sticking with me?
You keep on telling me that I am not good enough inside my head,
And I was fool enough to believe what you said..
When you're gonna make me feel pretty?
Oh, I tried my best to make myself happy.
My oh my! Anxiety,
Can't I have a little privacy?
You're no less than a killing spree,
When you're gonna set me free?
You made me suffocate while I am still breathing,
In the midnight, filled my head with overthinking.
Spent sleepless nights all alone,
Thought it'll be better by dawn,
My self-esteem started to shrink,
And sadness came before I blink.
If you ask me, 'Are you okay? '
No, I am not okay,
I always feel rejected,
Rejected by my own self.
I feel stuck even though I can roam freely,
The personality I wear, is not what I am truly.
It's been a while without a fake smile,
Lying on my bed in exile.
Oh Anxiety,
With this, I plead
Let me be me,
And have a little mercy on me.