Anxiety Is Not A Pleasure Poem by Marie Murdar

Anxiety Is Not A Pleasure



Why try to fight?
When everything is full of fright.
Why be strong?
When everything in life is so wrong.
Why smile?
When nothing is worth while.


Look at the pain in my eyes
Can you tell i had to say my goodbye's?
Look at my broken heart
Can you tell that i want to re start.
Look at my fright
Can you tell im afraid of night.

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This is how a person with anxiety may feel.
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