Bitter Almonds

Anxiety

I find solace in the presence of my bed and my stuffed animals,

The world, a daunting place,
People, an intimidating being,
Afraid to speak amiss,
Terrified of others' judgment.
Where i have no control of anything.

It's as if my heart trembles within a desolate, colorless chamber,
No furniture, no view, just the deafening echo of my racing heartbeat.
With every beat, the room grows colder,
A pervasive isolation.

In this confined space, all that remains is panic and tears.