It's so much easier
to say I'm tired,
than to state out loud
that the anxiety
is getting to me.
It's easier to put on a smile,
when inside your heart is beating
one hundred miles an hour.
It's easier to say I'm fine,
when the thoughts climb
through your mind
like clinging vines
dragging you down.
But I'm not okay,
everything is
piling on top of me.
I don't feel comfortable
outside my enclosed room.
I can feel arms grabbing me,
pulling to my tomb,
consuming my thoughts
in a veil of doom.
I can seem distant, aloof,
but in truth I want the same things as you.
Only, my mind sits confused
by the outside world
all of the noise and light
clouding my view.
It's easy to put on a mask,
the character you have created
for when people ask,
are you OK mate? You have gone very quiet.
All the while you feel
like you are living through
an earthquake,
until you realise,
it's you with the shakes,
your head that's spinning.
The room isn't shrinking,
the eyes are not all
peering at you.
But I'm not fine,
my mind is doing summersaults,
just avoid the mental assault
that it is seemingly
dishing out to itself.
I feel under a cloud,
but even the rain
isn't pouring down on me,
That could have shocked
some life into my mentality.
Instead, I sit in dread,
a sharp stinging inside the head,
telling me that in this place
I'm not wanted. That I'd be safer in bed.
It's oh so easy, to just slip away,
fade out the weird strain of reality
which seems to surround you recently.
And sometimes
it's the right thing to do,
take a break from that
which is clouding you.
Find the hope inside,
and all the things
that pour happiness
from your skies.
Let those tears fall
from your eyes.
If you need, take a break
and come back stronger
on the other side.
Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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