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.