You think my anxiety is a joke?
But you don't realise the pain i go through.
You say i'm being dramatic
When my emotions take control of me.
I shiver, i ponder, i distract myself.
I hurt to feel something other than reality.
You're tired of seeing me this way
Yet you stay here and blame me all day.
"Quit acting this way", "You're so self-absorbed"
But you don't get it.
You don't hear voices. YOU DON'T HEAR THEM DON'T YOU.
They haunt me all day.
It's me. IT'S ME THEY WANT.
Again to the land where I am fat. I am ugly. I am worthless.
Reality & this land. They're all the same
But after all the explanation
"You're not good enough" the voices say .
"I don't care about you anymore" you say.