Everything looks normal
I act normal
I play it off as normal,
but something is definitely not normal.
My stomach twists into knots,
My palms sweat as if they were already wet,
My knuckles crack for the 100th time that day.
What is this feeling that keeps recurring?
Why won't this feeling of worry disappear?
Why won't these thoughts leave my head?
Why do I ask myself, am I normal?
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The Hard Truth
PoetryThis is a collection of "poems" that I have started writing about the situations or experiences that happen in my life. This collection might be personal to me, however, it radiates over such a larger and broader audience.
