Well, I understand what you have tried to express, and I find you have expressed your feeling and experience about nature and causes of anxiety; I like this poem (free verse poetry).
I have enjoyed the story, the taletelling, the theme, the message, the free and flair flow of thoughts, the concept, and the monologue flavour of taletelling, the word imagery, the word visuals, and the read.
Title of the poem is good enough, appropriate and significant, if not catchy; I expect a title of a poem maybe in addition, appealing, attention-drawing, attractive, captivating, complete, tricky, and or unforgettable. Though, interestingly enough, I find the title relates to the theme and the thematic appreciation of the poem. I understand it is not easy to write a catchy title for a subjective poem.
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I can't take it anymore
The fear, the worry, the tears,
What I would give to be my old self,
Before the worry, before the panic, before the anxiety,
I miss doing what I used to.
The rides, the danger, the thrill.
It doesn't exist to me anymore.
The shakiness, the rapid breathing, the sweats, I can't do this anymore,
The meds don't help, the calming techniques does nothing,
Where is my outgoing self?
No where to be found, replaced with a shy person who mind's race.
Do they like me? Did I say something stupid? Should I have said what I just did?
I can't take this anymore.
I can't have fun with family, I can't say what's wrong cause I don't know.
Who am I? Now I don't know. Nothing excites me anymore. I have no control of my mind and thoughts,
Only thing that helps is sleep.
I fight it and fight it but ultimately it wins. What am I to do? As I sit here and remember who I was, the one that loved excitement, the thrill, the danger, and people I wonder if that part died or just in hiding. Anxiety scared her away and she refuses to come out.
Go away anxiety no one wants you here.
I want out of this black hole, out of this dump and back to who I used to be.
(I can't take it anymore.
The fear, the worry, the tears
what I would give to be my old self
before the worry, before the panic, before the anxiety.
I miss doing what I used to
the rides, the danger, and the thrill.
It doesn't exist to me anymore.
The shakiness, the rapid breathing
the sweats, I can't do this anymore.
The meds don't help, the calming techniques does nothing.
Where is my outgoing self?
Nowhere to be found, replaced with a shy person who mind’s race.
Do they like me?
Did I say something stupid?
Should I have said what I just did?
I can't take this anymore.
I can't have fun with family.
I can't say what's wrong caused I don't know.
Who am I?
Now I don't know.
Nothing excites me anymore.
I have no control of my mind and thoughts.
Only thing that helps is sleep.
I fight it and fight it but, ultimately it wins.
What am I to do?
As I sit here and remember who I was.
The one that loved excitement, the thrill, the danger
and people I wonder if that part died or just in hiding.
Anxiety scared her away and she refuses to come out.
Go away anxiety no one wants you here.
I want out of this black hole
out of this dump and back to who I used to be.
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Who I used to be
(Who I use to be)
Okay, I understand your expression, you are correct, right, in term of the theme of the poem, because you wish to go back to the previous state of living, or what you used to be, but I do not find it is correct to write as a sentence here, for you are alive, the story may be about your past activities, actions, feelings or emotions or about anxiety in course of your living; moreover, you have written in the fifteenth line of the poem, ‘who am I?’ and you are trying, rather struggling for living to get a relief from anxiety.
You may check, I have humbly offered suggestions and have changed words and have grammatically corrected the lines and or sentences?*, you are free to accept or reject any of my suggestions and comments?*, as edits in the brackets, as above, for smoother, expressive and more pleasant read of your poem; you may use Author’s Notes to help the readers understand your work and your style of expression in appreciation.
Well done overall; thank you for sharing this poem with us.
Keep writing more and more, and even more for years!
by Guru Valmiki Aristotle Scriber
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