Anxiety is a mental form of mind corruption, an uneasy feeling like a fearful interruption.
Hiding in the background until the time is right, living just below the surface but always out of sight.
Has no thoughts of gender or fueled by your race, it affects us in an instant then gone without a trace.
It causes all your fears, it’s the reason for your panic, it can easily throw you in an endless state of manic.
There is no easy fix or a potion you can take, people think your crazy or think your just a fake.
Holding back your feelings will only make it worse, these are all the symptoms of the social anxiety curse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Rob, I would been keen to know the ratio of those with anxiety as I know how common it is, just in Australia. Just everyday life can be hard enough............I wish you well