The Anxiety
Life has been filed with constant confusion; From the pain, to the reality of it all.The constant worrying is all i can feel; life is a reality through the eye of the beholder.I have no recollection of why life is so painful.Nor do i know why, i feel this constant voice telling me things that have not happened yet. Why do i worry? Is it my past? Was it the mental abuse? Is it the constant heartbreak? The constant lies that i'm told? The hope i gather, just to be thrown back in my face?Why are we told promises, that end up in lies or failures?I don't know. I'm sure no one truly knowsBut let me welcome you to my mind. My pain; my mental pain. My struggles. My fears.Let me bring you to the core of my brainLet me show you where it all began Let me bring you to my demonsMy Anxiety A little truth of reality never killed anyone…