Anxiety Shouldn’t Exist
written by: Hannah Scott
I’m at the reuse fair;
I feel so awkward,
so alone.
My flatmates didn’t want to go;
too ill,
too hungover;
already friends.
There’s a crowd.
I’m sat at a picnic table
alone,
looking so awkward,
so alone,
so lonely;
on my own.
Push back the tears,
can’t let anyone see
I’m weak,
I’m anxious.
Don’t look up;
heart pounding,
nose sniffing,
eyes wetting.
Get up,
run;
not fast,
not slow,
just enough that
no one notices.
I enjoy writing fantasy and the unusual to escape the horrors of the world, but I do occasionally explore the fears of human emotions. I’m a book cover artist looking to find my way into the world as a writer.
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