Angst agitates me too much,
so I create something pretty,
from the chaos in my mind,
and hope others will enjoy it.
It helps to be in control,
Carefully choosing words I use,
Counting syllables and such.
Praying others will love my work.
And it brings me so much joy,
when my phone chimes through a message,
and it’s someone, who liked it.
Constant need for validation.
Why can’t I feel good enough?
Why can’t I take pleasure in things?
Depression. Anxiety.
Mental illness is a cruel fiend.
Medication. Therapy.
Always writing out my feelings.
Better to write them all down,
Than keep them circling in my head.
So I will keep on writing,
even if it’s only for me,
but I’ll always be hoping,
others see the beauty I see.
Poetry
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I have the same relationship with writing. It helps me cope. I write the things I can’t say. It calms me.
I appreciate your commenting, it feels good to know that others out there feel the same way.