Anxiety
Anxiety and depression is getting the best of me,
I’m tired of the everyday motions of simply existing.
They try to trap me in a box and I fit into none,
Therefore I push through with a feeling nothing can be done.
Why are my struggles minimized by society as a whole?
Is it because despite my circumstances I was born into I chose not to fold?
I chose the path least expected and educated myself with honor,
Yet I’m left unheard and unseen as the darkness continues to lure.
Resilience is engrained within my bones and deep within my soul,
Because of that sense of self I’m perceived to be a person who is always whole.
But I’m a broken woman isolated, hurt, and afraid,
Afraid of what will become of me due to the image that is portrayed.
I’m well spoken, clear, intelligent and aware,
But that doesn’t mean that I am not scared.
Scared of my own self and of this debilitating isolation,
Constantly fighting the entity that caused this emotional condemnation.
Don’t let my strength blur what it is you think you see,
Because what’s really there is a woman clinging onto hope, praying desperately.
