AnxietyA Poem by BeckyC
Anxiety is the f****r who enjoys veering you towards the shuddering silver of the mirror, causing your stomach to swirl the wrong way like a foreign toliet as you scrutinise every square millimetre of your face.
Anxiety is the sudden heart palpitations, causing your entire body to stiffen like a bag of frozen peas that begin to sweat once they’re forced out of their cosy, hidden bed in the freezer and forced to lay exposed on the bench. Anxiety is that jealous friend who thrives on shooting down every great idea you have, their samurai sword at the ready to slice off your hand at the wrist if you dare reach out to pluck a piece of fruit from the tree of self gratification. Anxiety is beginning to write this poem, and then remembering how you aren’t good enough to write a poem, because Shakespeare would be disappointed in the way you described frozen peas, and anyway your sister once stared straight into your starry eyes and told you that author’s don’t make money anyway so stop dreaming and get a real job. Anxiety is the relentless habit of passively scrolling through your Facebook feed, half squinting from the brightness of the smug smiles that gleam shamelessly from the model worthy perfection that all your high school friends have apparently transformed into Anxiety, will you please f**k off? You’re kind of like food poisoning or some kind of ugly parasite that feeds off any crumb of self doubt. I’d like to look into the mirror one day and have you tell me that my face is beautiful just the way it is.
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3 Reviews Added on August 11, 2018 Last Updated on August 11, 2018 AuthorBeckyCAuckland, Mt Roskill, New ZealandAboutI work as a short script writer and video editor, making promos for TV, I adore writing but would love to join a community where I can share my work, get some feedback in order to grow further, and al.. more..Writing
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