Approach Anxiety is a Bitch

"Why are you tired?"

I'm tired from my mind.

It's running, 

running to the moon and back,

and I can't stop it.

It worries about everything and it won't stop,

but sometimes when it has to run

it stops.

My mind sometimes stops and I can't say a word.

It stops when the fear is the greatest

and I can't move it,

the fear and worry is overwhelming.

"Why are you scared?"

I'm scared of not being good enough,

of not being able to do what I want,

of not being recognized as me.

I'm scared of wishing too much from my life and getting nothing.

I always was scared.

I'm scared of showing me,

I'm scared of letting people in in my mind,

so I don't speak,

I don't say much,

in fact I say almost nothing.

Because I am scared,

scared from people I don't know,

scared from their glanced

and from their whispers.

And then I just want to hide,

hide from people,

hide from myself,

become invisible,

oh, how I sometimes wish to be invisible,

so they could not look at me.

But I love people,

I would like to be me,

but my mind is stopping me,

stopping me from being me.

And I don't know how to free me,

free me from my mind,

so I'm alone and scared,

wishing to be normal, 

wishing to me be,

wishing to be with people,

but I can't.