Why Do You Act Like This?: An Insight on Anxiety

Layla Peets, Sydney Ellis, Editor

Run. All I heard was run.

I couldn’t hear anything else.

The feeling of panic sets in to my very soul.

Nothing even happened, it was only a simple question.

The feeling of dread sets in for a while, it seems like it never stops.

 

Run. All I think is run.

I couldn’t think of anything else.

The thoughts echo through my very soul.

Nothing even happened, I only heard the music of the party.

My hands begin to shake as I exit the car, it seems like it never stops.

 

Run. I just want to run.

I don’t want to be here.

I don’t want to talk.

I don’t want to see them.

I don’t want to hear the music.

 

My mind, screaming at me without fail for every second.

Why’d you say that?

Stop standing weirdly.

Why’re your hands sweating?

You’re in the way.

Why do you act like that?

Run.