frantic
stifling
a whirlwind
also quicksand
it's gritty.
and confusing.
sandstorm?
drowning?
i'm spiraling.
don't talk.
it feels like taunting.
if you look
the static,
it gets worse.
the noise,
it hurts.
i feel cooked.
it's hot.
i'm overheated
trembling
out of breath
still spiraling
an endless cycle
thoughts repeating
thoughts thoughts thoughts
words words words
leave me alone
leave me alone.
be quiet
don't be mean.
it's all my fault
isn't it.
it always is
always always always.
still spiraling.
an endless cycle,
of revenge.
time
it's racing
and so am i
but i can't
keep up.
i can't
close the gap.
why am i so
helpless
why am i so
lazy
why can't i just
get there
get where
they are?
why am
i caught?
instead of
caught up?
why did it
catch me?
when i want
to catch up?
the spiral?
the spiral.
spiraling
always spiraling
that cycle
a cycle
that never ends.
the race
YOU ARE READING
anxiety.
Poetrythe jagged, frantic thoughts of the anxious, sleep-deprived teenager, arranged into somewhat of a poem. i was having a particularly awful night, so i turned it into art. suck it, brain.
