life

I get scared to live.

I'm afraid I made mistakes,

Mistakes that should have been made later.

I'm terrified I keep doing the wrong things,

That I won't succeed.

What if I'm not cut out for life?

I'm afraid of how tired I'll be,

How sad I'll be,

How drained I'll be.

I'm so focused on the stress,

The anxiety,

The depression.

I'm not taking enough time to focus on the peace.

I'm not appreciating the bliss feelings I get,

Sometimes, but enough times.

Maybe I do focus on the bad,

And maybe that does make me scared.

Please tell me how to stop.

Please help me.

Reviews

[KeeD]

This poem cloaks the reader into a shroud of paranoia. I feel the same helpless feeling the poetess feels, like a roller coaster going down, I feel the gravity punching at my stomach and I know it's just part of the ride but I'm scared shitless anyway. There is strength in reaching out for help, that is the first part people will recognize of this piece. It's introspective and relatable, good job and thanks for sharing!