I don't have anxiety I tell my self
As my legs bounce up and down
I can't have anxiety
I'm completely normal
It's just that my stomachs a little queasy from lunch
And it's a little hard to breath cause I'm in a stuffy classroom
And I need to tap my fingers together just for fun
I keep taking deep breaths cause it's supposed to help my brain function better on this test.
And if a fail, I think I'll die.
But I don't have anxiety.
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Ode to All the Girls that Never Fit
PoetryTo all the girls who never felt good enough, small enough, or pretty enough... this is for you. No upload schedule, just whenever I write a poem.
