Anxiety.

I think I'm being strangled

Sanity shredded

Piece of mind mangled

The weight of the world 

Hasn't been relieved 

I can't focus 

I'm not me 

My back, it's locked

Vertebrae crushing 

No time to sit down 

like the river I'm rushing 

deadlines 

finals

double shifts 

GPA

IRS 

budget

Rome wasn't built in a day

"Honey, you aren't taking care of yourself"

"Please, don't be afraid to ask for some help"

"Maybe if you would get back on your meds"

Yes I'm sure you would like those chemicals in my head 

Being crushed by the weight of a too-fast-paced life 

Has gotten me this far, and I'm pretty alright 

My aunt misdiagnosed as asthmatic 

when really was all just a panic attack 

She owns her own business, she writes her own rules

Anxiety got her there, it'll get me there too 

I'm not actually drowning, I don't need fixed 

I just need some time to get through all this s**t 

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Running, running, running in the so well- described rat maze. No cheese at the end of it either, unless we create the cheese ourselves. Pressure! Your poem steamrolls through. Use the pressure to your own benefit! Brava!