I've gotten good at hiding it
You might not even know
That deep inside I wish to curl up in a ball
I want to hide
Because my mind is screaming
That you don't like me
That I should be scared
When really you do like me
And really everything is fine
I know that this is true
But my brain says "Um, no"
Then instantly I'm back at it again
I fight it
Do what it tells me not to do
Inside I'm freaking out
You might catching breathing hard
Rubbing my hands together
I promise I'm not dying
And that forcing myself to do things
Will do me good in the end
Just be patient with me
Someday I'll be able to walk
Knowing I've crushed my anxieties
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So... yes... school starts tomorrow.
Well, uh, bye. *waves*
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Thoughts of a Ham Sandwich
PoesíaA collection of poems. If you're reading for the first time start at the end.