Birds breezing in the air above,

Swooping down to peck my skull-

Or bees buzzing through my brain,

Flitting in my head to sting my thoughts-

Or crickets chirping in my ears,

Screaming warnings on everything I say or write.

Anxiety.

_ Anxiety._

** A n x i e t y.**

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It’s a little voice in the back of my head,

That whispers, _You’re annoying,_

_You should stop,_

_You’re doing everything wrong,_

_Nobody wants to talk to you,_

_They’re just waiting to leave,_

_You think they like you but they don’t,_

_Half of the ones you love don’t even care,_

_They’re all better without you so go away._

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I don’t want to believe that voice.

I know it’s not fair, they wouldn’t be half as cruel as the voice would like me to believe.

I’m better than this-

Better than questioning everyone around me.

If they say they care, they do.

If they say I’m not annoying them, I’m not.

I trust them.

But I don’t trust me.

The whispers, the voices, the echoes-

They’ve made sure of that.