it shouldn't matter to me when i open a page and i see your face
(costumed, made up, wig or not)
it shouldn't spark a feeling in this cavity of a chest
but it does.
it shouldn't make any difference when i hear from a friend
rumours that were spread
or things that have been said about me
and i should take everything at face value but i heard that you lied
and it shouldn't make my stomach turn
but it does.
and when i see your face
(you know, it's hard to avoid someone when you're fucking facebook friends)
when i see your pathetic, amazing, perfect face
it shouldn't make me cry
but it does
and when i see you in the same place i am
i should be able to say hi
i should be able to say something
instead of staring, dumbstruck
instead of panicking
instead of not being able to breathe
instead of crying when i can finally escape
it shouldn't mean anything
but it does
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Anxiety
PoetryAnxiety 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...
