She walks into school,
And it starts again,
The shaking,
It rips through her like a wave,
She hears the sound of the voices,
In the hallway,
Yet she can't make out what they're saying,
She thinks all eyes are on her,
Everything is just one big blur,
She hears laughter and,
She automatically thinks its,
Directed at her,
She waits in the bathroom,
Like she does every morning,
For the halls to be clear,
She walks out,
And wipes away her tears
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Anxiety
PoesiaAnxiety is not a joke. This is based on Anxiety, some poems and what not. So, enjoy. Some of these aren't mine, the owners get the credit. (Most came off this website; http://hellopoetry.com with the Anxiety hash-tag) I am using other people's poem...
