What It's Like

by JaM   Jul 13, 2016


Do they know, what it's like?
Visuals emerge, inside my head...

People everywhere, pushing,
No one watching, no one caring.
My throat...closing.
Suffocation. Anxiety.

The noise - there's too much.

Screaming, laughing, yelling,
It fills every space in my mind.
I have no escape.
Claustrophobia. Anxiety.

They're everywhere I turn...

Those noticing ask, are you okay?
Everyone looks at me. Stop staring!!
I can't breathe, something's rising inside.
Anger. Embarrassment. Anxiety.

There's no where to go, no place to run.

Questions, Questions, Questions...
Why? Why not? You have to...
The pressure, the force - it's building within.
Overwhelmed. Ashamed. Anxiety.

Do you really know, what it's like?

Be thankful you don't walk,
Even a mile in these shoes.
Because then you might understand,
What it's like, to have to choose.

Alone in my empty home,
Because I just couldn't embrace,
A tradition in which family partakes...
No Stampede Breakfast, just isolation.
Sadness. Depression. Anxiety.

Do they really know....what it's like?

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  • 2 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    I feel you... I am torn between sadness, depression and anxiety most of the times. A gripping write, you have penned the feeling so well.

  • 1 year ago

    by Golden AnGel Rhapsodist

    I voted 5 points for this. I can feel every words u wrote. ..you are amazing. ..still amazing

  • 1 year ago

    by Golden AnGel Rhapsodist

    I voted 5 points for this. I can feel every words u wrote. ..you are amazing. ..still amazing

  • 1 year ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Hello,

    You have manage to pen a piece here that induces feelings of being out of control. Being stressed, or anxious is something that many people say they understand but they don't really, do they? They may feel nervous as they take an exam, or go for an interview, but this pales into insignificance compared with acute variations, such as you aptly describe. I can only imagine the sensation of not being able to swallow or breathe. It must feel like being strangled from an unseen force. Just experiencing this once would be enough to make the anxiety rise like boiling bile every time you encounter the same triggers. At first the symptoms would be small, but over time they would grow and simultaneously your world shrinks to one room. A terrifying thought and one I can only empathise with.

    Thank you for sharing. I hope you get the support you deserve.

    Take care,

    Michael

  • 1 year ago

    by Ciara

    I feel this poem describes my life & mind. Great job.

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