Anxiety tells me to be scared,
Anxiety tells me to be quiet,
Anxiety tells me no one cares,
Anxiety tells me I’m not worth it,
Anxiety tells me to tremble and sweat,
Anxiety tells me don’t make eye contact,
Anxiety tells me to fade away, blend in, don’t stand out,
Anxiety tells me to stutter, mash my words, make a fool of myself,
Anxiety tells me to choke on my breath, clench my hands, scratch myself, cut myself,
Anxiety tells me to be alone.

Anxiety tells me a couple of things.

And it also tells me:
I’m never getting away.

Mini Rationale

This is a List Poem. I don’t really have much to reflect on this other than that it was a good representation of how this class made me feel. I don’t know why, but I had a pretty bad reaction to being in that classroom, so much so that I didn’t attend the majority of them in the end.