Scattered

Aniexty In Me

Annabelle was unusually scared of the world.

She often struggled in going to sleep.

When she went out-which wasn't very often- she never stayed long.

She'd smile roughly at anyone who passed her by.

And when they swept by her she'd breathe a air of relief.

People scared Annabelle.

Most were too bold and confrontational.

They spoke in rhymes that droned on for too long.

And when she spoke she often found herself stuttering and forgetting her words.

At places too crowded she'd fidget and imagine Prince Charming riding in to save her.

Annabelle was anything but normal.

And the world was never her friend.

She struggled to make a living,

Burying her head in her pillow to convince herself to not overthink anything.

You see Annabelle's mind was never quiet.

It swore and tore through Annabelle with everything she did.

Or didn't do.

Living wasn't just simply breathing for Annabelle.

Living was tearing her own heart so that she may live.

And live she would.

Or damn it all.