Anxious Poets Society
Connecting

My lips form words
But they don't reach your ears
And hang in the air
Dispersed by a soft breeze
And I feel isolated
Surrounded by a claustrophobic foam
That won't allow words to escape
Or muddles them to the point of misunderstanding
The signal is weak
And I can't reach you
I can't reach anyone
Ttoille has struggled with anxiety and depression for their entire life, dealing with a family who didn’t understand it and living in an environment of people who chose not to. Poetry and drawing became a saving grace, in a way, to express all of those difficult emotions. Ttoille hopes to reach those who have ever felt lost and alone in their own emotional state and need someone to relate to.
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