Yea something like that...
How can I feel so alone when I wake up to a phone full of texts
Truth is I would feel more vulnerable if I sit here and respond to them
Anxiety steps into the game when I have to go through every message
My response will play a crucial role
So crucial it'll determine how the recipient will view me
Allowing them to decide if I'm worth a reply
Putting the ball in their court
Always opens up the risk that they won't throw it back
With no official Ref
I'll have to just wait and see what's next
And that timeout hits my chests, hard
Anxiety fully present as the big screen flashes replays
I question every play leading up to this
Feeling even more lonely at the fact that no one will truly understand it
I have issues
The anxiety behind this poem is frightening
Not to mention the ton of bricks on my chest as I decide to post this
Fully exposing that I view normal things so differently
As I copy and paste
She's still here
Anxiety, that b**ch is tapping my shoulder
Now I wonder where did I lose my peace
I need to retrace my steps
Or just hang up signs so someone can find it and bring it back
I swear my stress is such a well kept secret
I don't want to take to my grave!
Sorry we interrupt your regularly scheduled programming
Because this is too much...
Ugh, Anxiety, This b**ch won't even let me finish this poem.