Anxiety (A Poem)

I want to go outside

But I think 

I'll just lay here.

Sometimes 

the simplest

Things are the 

hardest to do.

I'll lay here alone

with my thoughts,

of how things 

used to be.

Or how they 

could be. 

Everyone tells me

I'm strong.

But if I am as strong

as they think

I am,

I wouldn't be here. 

Alone.

Maybe I'll go 

outside tomorrow.

Until then I will

be here remembering

the friends and 

the life

I once had. 

©Amanda Catherine