I suffer from extreme anxiety and panic attacks when I'm in public. I create poetry in my head as a distraction method to help me fight against anxiety and having a panic attack. My poetry is about my condition and may seem dark and gritty, but my poems speak to a lot of people suffering from the same thing I go through every day
Rob Hyden *in plain sight
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Rob Hyden Poems
My hero lives in a world filled with users, losers and snakes. My hero is a man of character and would never be a fake. My hero stands with pride and always steps up for the weak. My hero is understanding and hears you when you speak.
Tomorrow is Another Day
I relaxed my thoughts refreshed my mood and try to clear my mind. This is my ritual preparing for battle against the anxiety grind. The wave of stress and the smell of panic greets me at the door. I take a deep breath, focus my thoughts and bravely enter the store.
Sins of the Past
I’m hanging by a thread of endless self-destruction, then my inner panic rises like a endless interruption. All my haunting feelings of a painful darkened past, these are all the memories I know will always last. I filled my life with sins and unrelenting pain, my guilt has taken over and eating at my brain. Living with my panic is all I really know, it’s grabbing at my conscience and never lets me go.
I Am The Crazy Person
I am the crazy person hiding in the dark, peaking through the windows and never leave a mark. I’m hiding in the shadows and always dress in black; If you try to follow me you will never see my track. I am the crazy person people don't acknowledge, I wish I had the dollars I would have gone to college. Society turns its back and pushes us away; let me tell you something, we are here to stay
Anxiety is a mental form of mind corruption, an uneasy feeling like a fearful interruption. Hiding in the background until the time is right, living just below the surface but always out of sight. Has no thoughts of gender or fueled by your race, it affects us in an instant then gone without a trace. It causes all your fears, it’s the reason for your panic, it can easily throw you in an endless state of manic.
I never worry if people see my lonely life of sadness. All my raging panic, or my crazy kind of madness. I never leave the house so I spend my time alone. My only contact with then world is my telephone.
Hyden In Plain Sight
How I picked my name sitting home alone one night. I picked the name carefully, Rob Hyden in plain sight. A name making common sense but still it’s good for me. I am clearly out there in your face but always hard to see.
Making Plans to Leave the House
As I sit for hours making plans for the trip I have to take. I will count out loud for every step I know I have to make. I gather all the strength I need as I’m walking out the door. Left my house and hit the sidewalk, as I’m heading to the store.
Meds Are Not For Me
I attack my anxiety and panic with a brutal dedication. My doctor even put me on some wicked medication. Two days and never noticed any difference in my brain. Three days I was running from a nightmare kind of pain.
Three Days In Hell
I just snapped back from a three day trip I know I never cleared.Filled with sadness and depression and an unrelenting fear. I closed the curtains, shut off the phone, made sure I locked the door. Alone in the dark with my thoughts and worries, I huddled on the floor. My brain is scrambled, thoughts are lost, everything seems so fast.
My anxiety starts to build my panic begins to surge, I fight like hell to beat it, my demons nasty urge I know it’s only panic the darker side of fear, it’s only trying to warn me but I don’t like what I hear My panic is a message my brain sends out to me, If I can restrain my fear, I know this is the key. I tell myself be strong you have to stand and face it, no reason to be scared I know just where to place it
Am I Crazy Or Is It In My Mind
I fight with my mind through the depths of my brain, I’m searching and searching for that unbearable pain. I’m sad and lonely in my world of voices, attacking my sanity and removing my choices. Why must it be a sentence of crazy, judging my fears, my phobias you just think I’m lazy As I live in my world alone and so cold, you all think I’m crazy, that’s what I’m told.
Welcome to Hell
My quilt runs deep and my conscience is stone, my panic is burning all the way to the bone. Fighting the battle and trying to survive, it’s becoming a challenge just staying alive. My conscience is torn with memories of sin, it’s my inner battle I know I can’t win. As I run from my past as fast as I can, I now fight my battles with paper and pen.
My Social Panic
My friends invite me out for an evening on the town. I hesitate before I answer, sorry I have to let you down. If I go I always I end up in dark and lonely corner. I’m so scared with my panic, I make a better mourner.
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My hero lives in a world filled with users, losers and snakes.
My hero is a man of character and would never be a fake.
My hero stands with pride and always steps up for the weak.
My hero is understanding and hears you when you speak.
My hero is all that I am not in all the best ways he can be.
My hero is living his life, I’m so glad he’s nothing like me.
My hero is fearless and he’ll do what needs to be done.
My hero is a friend and a buddy, my hero is my son.