Silence

A short poem I wrote on what anxiety means to me

Silence. Silence everywhere.

That’s all you can hear outside. Silence.

There is a war inside your head, but the only thing people hear is silence.

You try to speak but nothing comes out.

Your mind is a battlefield: one thought contradicts another. A chaos uninterrupted and unlimited.

Voices are yelling. They are telling you that you are not good enough, that you are no one, that the world would be better off without you. you are nothing.

The voices are whispering, yelling, shouting. Everywhere. Weariless.

You cannot think, you cannot speak. All you can do is stay there with a smile on your face and no words in your mouth.

Because no one is going to hear what is going on in your head. How could they, if you can’t speak?

And in that silence, how are you going to let them know that you are not okay? That the smile on your face is only a façade and your mind is a mess?

They cannot hear and you cannot speak. And it never ends.