anxiety

Circles turn into squares and yells turn in to whishpers

you start shaking losing the control you thought you had

your words turn into mumbles 

and people quest if you are okay

but you dont know how to tell them that you

arent okay..

because in your head everything is scattered 

and in life everything's a mess

and you want to explain this but you cant find the words to explain

that you arent

okay...

This poem is about: 
Me

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