I feel my anxiety wrap around my neck
It’s my personalized noose
It’s not quite tight enough to lul me into the comforting black void
It will cause me endless stress.
I feel my fear of people standing in front of me
I’m drowning in darkness
It keeps me from making genuine connections
It will cause me endless loneliness.
I feel my people pleaser instincts create a concrete mask on my face
No one will ever be able to truly know me
I’ll always just be a persona
It will cause me endless depression.