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Anxiety (written for spoken word)People often say to me, "you're too quiet."Anxiety (written for spoken word) by WeeScottishMutt
But I dont think they listen.
They can't hear the noises I do in the night
They can't hear the footsteps behind me in the street
They can't hear the cruel laughter as I walk by a group of people.
They can't hear me.
People speak to me with confidence gleaming out of them like the rays of the sun, and they wonder why I'm not the same, why I can barely say a word and my voice is cracked...
They look at me and ask me, "why are you so RUDE?!"
Maybe if they felt the same monster inside of them, catching their words in a safety net before they could escape, whispering...
And the fear of talking becomes a fear of laughing and the fear of laughing becomes a fear of being seen and the fear of being seen becomes a fear of leaving the house and a fear of leaving the house becomes a fear of being ALONE!
But if you go out people will follow you, people will laugh at you, you can feel their judging eyes, and suddenly the bushes are full of rap