I jutted my head side to side
Praying they could see through my lies
I wanted to say the truth
That I'm not as well as they seemed to think
That I'm struggling to breathe
But every time in reality all I said was "I'm fine"
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Ghosting Happiness (POEM BOOK)
PoetryTeaser: The simple misunderstanding of the circumstances of my fear isn't that I'm afraid of spiders, or highs or of anything physically possible at all It's like a chill down my skin that causes my heart to race and the people around me to space...
