in my head full of desires,
there swept a ressistance that tied me in wires.be it the 2hours deadline with friends,
which gave me peace after my chaotic day-end.or it was the screen time clock? ticking and measuring my fun,
okay its 4 hours today!!! but was i actually done?asked myself was it normal?
reply echoed yes!!! but i was abnormalkeeping up opinions is arguing?
every good point was edgy and intruding!!!!!!!perhaps! all my anxiety got regular doses of inhalers,
my veiled conscience was surely endangered!getting groomed? i was too much fashion influenced!!
deep in i knew it only made my falling confidence fluent.too fat? but i work out and have a small appetite!!!!
pains to hear that certain clothes would make me look like a hippo at a water site..poor loner always on phone!
who knew she was actually alone .why always in your room? they asked ,
i was actually dodging reality behind that suffocating mask !!!are they wrong? i asked myself,
at-least i knew i was right even with teary-biceps"biceps" was a metaphor for "eye"
the solution was to say emotions a "goodbye"maintaining toxic friendships was good beacuse they are neighbours,
all breakdowns were my mere excuses to put my sadness to labour.dear parents its always two sides a coin has ,
there are no answers you have .......alas!!!!!why washing your face at chilly midnight ? mom asked ,
the water metaphorically washed away the pain and anxiety i masked!!tired of pretentious living i decided to end it,
its only a 12 inch laptop screen my emotions could fit !!!having written down everything i would go to sleep,
waking up normal but what if my anxiety alarm still beeped??????????????
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RESTRICTIONS
Poetryabout when I realised that no one really noticed I was not myself for months. Restrictions depict my crippling thoughts finding a way out through my laptop.