Tell me anxiety is cute.
Tell me anxiety is a girl with flowers in her hair, too shy to put up her head in class, or, beaming too red to speak to her crush,.
Something you can just, fix, by talking to someone,
Tell me anxiety is what you want and I’ll tell you that you don’t.
Tell me anxiety is cute and I’ll tell you what it really is.
I’ll tell you anxiety is the force that's dragging you down, then up, then all the way around your head. Overanalyzing, overthinking, so you can’t finish the most mundane tasks.
I’ll tell you, anxiety, is an illness, that makes you believe the world is out to hurt you, rendering you a helpless slave to worrying doubt where you try to push it out but you can’t escape your own mind.
I’ll tell you, anxiety is feeling hopeless and isolated when nobody contacts you, but overwhelmed when they do, when every single social interaction is bigger than life. Believing that everyone is always judging you, strangers, parents, loved ones, holding back your actions and thoughts, pieces of who you are, to avoid their evaluation.
I’ll tell you, anxiety is believing your friends must secretly hate you behind their smiles because why would they like you more than you like yourself?
Anxiety, is frustrating because you know its bogus.
Anxiety, punctures your thoughts, changing and contorting them, spinning them out of control while you stand aside screaming that you want the wheel back because you know you wouldn’t drive off a cliff if the road wasn’t antagonising you.
Anxiety, is your perfect day spun on its head suddenly with nothing going wrong but the chemicals in your brain.
Anxiety, is that tight feeling you just can’t get rid of, its coldness and warmth, its nausation when you’re hungry, its loneliness in good company.
Anxiety, is realizing you can’t think in a crowded room and panicking about that fact alone, when the intensity of your breathing rises like an earthquake about to split the ground beneath you.
Your heart pulses. Your violent tremors threaten to fracture you at your fault lines, but sure, tell me anxiety is cute.
Tell me anxiety is a girl with flowers in her hair, too shy to put up her head in class, or, beaming too red to speak to her crush,.
Something you can just, fix, by talking to someone,
Tell me anxiety is what you want and I’ll tell you that you don’t.
Tell me anxiety is cute and I’ll tell you what it really is.
I’ll tell you anxiety is the force that's dragging you down, then up, then all the way around your head. Overanalyzing, overthinking, so you can’t finish the most mundane tasks.
I’ll tell you, anxiety, is an illness, that makes you believe the world is out to hurt you, rendering you a helpless slave to worrying doubt where you try to push it out but you can’t escape your own mind.
I’ll tell you, anxiety is feeling hopeless and isolated when nobody contacts you, but overwhelmed when they do, when every single social interaction is bigger than life. Believing that everyone is always judging you, strangers, parents, loved ones, holding back your actions and thoughts, pieces of who you are, to avoid their evaluation.
I’ll tell you, anxiety is believing your friends must secretly hate you behind their smiles because why would they like you more than you like yourself?
Anxiety, is frustrating because you know its bogus.
Anxiety, punctures your thoughts, changing and contorting them, spinning them out of control while you stand aside screaming that you want the wheel back because you know you wouldn’t drive off a cliff if the road wasn’t antagonising you.
Anxiety, is your perfect day spun on its head suddenly with nothing going wrong but the chemicals in your brain.
Anxiety, is that tight feeling you just can’t get rid of, its coldness and warmth, its nausation when you’re hungry, its loneliness in good company.
Anxiety, is realizing you can’t think in a crowded room and panicking about that fact alone, when the intensity of your breathing rises like an earthquake about to split the ground beneath you.
Your heart pulses. Your violent tremors threaten to fracture you at your fault lines, but sure, tell me anxiety is cute.
( By Alyse G )
www.ChordsAZ.com