Anxiety bubbles up
It's the strangers talking about
Trying to articulate
My sanity
While I let it fizzle out
Close my eyes
Listen to my breath going in
And out
I run so fast
Til my muscles ache
And my anger drops down
With the sweat
I made
Even though I am out of breath
It is the first time I can breathe
The first time
I can let the anxiety of what others think of me
To bed
Because I know me
I am not what they want me to be.
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Chapters of Irrationality
PoetryI write emotional poetry and try to create beautiful imagery as I describe all the situations that people deal with in their lives. This is a collection of my true inner thoughts and feelings. Yet, I like to keep little mystery so I am curious to k...
