Will they like me?
Am I good enough?
Does this outfit look okay?
Does he think I’m pretty?
What if I mess up?
What if no one accepts me?
Will anyone talk to me?
I feel my life crumbling,
No one to talk to about anything.
My brain is consumed of constant worries,
I have no control over anything.
It hits me in overwhelming, heart-crushing waves,
There’s nowhere to turn.
Can anybody hear me?
Worries drowning my every thought,
My every move determined by the beast that controls me.
I’m surrounded by people who think I’m fine,
I’m not fine.
Everything I do backfires or is controlled by worry.
Slowly, I’m sinking into a pit of self-deprecation,
Being overloaded with terrifying images of the things in my brain.
No one understands because they don’t care,
They won’t even notice if I’m gone.