Anxiety

By: Emma Hall '21

February 2019

As it haunts my thoughts every single night

I lay in bed thinking about the next day

Everything i do must always be right

The one thing i can do at night is pray

Nobody else can hear my anxious screams

For my thoughts are slowly taking over

And throughout the day my fake smile beams

Can't forget these thoughts, they carryover

I mostly walk the halls, my head down low

Friends ask me how i am, i say i'm fine

Don't open up a lot, i never know

Friends don't reply, a shiver down my spine

Things that make it worst is society

What’s the big deal? It's just anxiety