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