Depression, Women

Her Anxiety – A Poem

Dreams filled her days,

The nights were dark and anxious.

Hope kept her busy,

Until the negatives plagued her.

It was her cruel mind,

Obsessed with perfection.

Perfection that everyone had,

But not even a sprinkling for her.

2 thoughts on “Her Anxiety – A Poem”

  1. In us humans, don’t exist perfection
    only a mere reflection
    from what we can perceive
    but yet not truly see

    Aren’t right the feeling that you have
    and the ones you’re inviting in
    Best to abandon the thoughts of perfection
    in another human being.

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