Anxiety

It's not that I don’t like people
It's just that sometimes its too much.
The yelling, the crying,
The acting,
The clinging on to me.
It makes my heart pound
It crowds my mind
And all I want to do is cry.
Don’t get me wrong
I am a competitive person
I love being with my friends.
I just get stressed holding the world's problems
And trying to be very nice to those who are not nice back.
I feel like if someone is sad
Its always my fault even though deep down I know it is not.
Though I have times where everything is fine and I am relaxed,
And I just wish it would be more like that.



Thank You for reading, it means a lot to me.

 

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