Breezy17

Anxiety starts with one thought, and I feel it begin to arise when I feel sick. For me, it goes like this: I feel it all condensed in my stomach, in my heart, and in my brain. In my stomach, I feel the lining quiver and move about, with a cold stone settled at the bottom, uncomfortably immovable. I feel like throwing up, but can’t find myself capable of doing so. In my heart, rapid pulses bang against the inside of my chest; I feel unsteady, and in my ears I hear a roar loud enough to mute the noisiest of noises all around me. In my brain, my overactive, thought-swarming brain, I think of everything all at once, yet nothing altoget

This face of mine Is ugly, in my eyes This face of mine Is fat, in my eyes This face of mine Is wrong, in my eyes This face of mine Is unjust, in my eyes This face everyone sees Is always lying This face everyone sees Is always smiling This face everyone sees Is always happy This face everyone sees Is always friendly This face I put on Is only for others This face I put on Is only extroverted This face I put on Is only compassionate This face I put on Is only gentle-natured This face, like a mask Is strapped around my head This face, like a mask Is painted and make-believe This face, like a mask Is all for good fun This face, like a mask