• Anxious Poets Society


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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