Shout out to my fellow anxious folk. I wrote this the other night in the bathroom at the Warren View. I know there are a lot of people that feel this way sometimes too, so I wrote this poem for you.
*I sit here on top of the toilet with the lid closed down
I'm trying to be silent, not make a sound
My anxiety is through the roof
I don't think I can go out
Not alone anyway.
The thought of walking out into a group of strangers
So loud and cheerful
And the grinch in me trying to join in.
I wonder if I just sit here for another 5 minuets,
I could scull my wine.
Surely by then I should feel fine
Well maybe not fine, but at least not so scared.
Scared of what though Thelma?
Ah fuck, who even cares.
Does this window open up anymore?
It feels kind of hot in here, stuffy, like the roof might cave in.
Maybe I should just leave, it's not too soon to go home.
No one saw me come in, I could just text and say I parked in a tow zone.
Yeah. That's what I'll do.
I'll go home and think about trying again tomorrow,
And hope that this feeling won't follow.*