Tears, tears stream down my face while I hold my head in my hands.
I breathe, I try to breathe life into my empty body. Blood runs cold through my veins. Thoughts swarm my mind.
There's so much anxiety I could drown.
It's like I've started a race with no finish line. I'm trapped in a dark box, numb. I feel as though someone has blown smoke into my mind. I don't fit in. People say I'm confident but I wake up unhappy and fall asleep on a tear stained pillow. I will always walk alone.
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PoetryAnd if you don't Like me, as I do you; I understand. Because who would Really choose A daisy, in a field Of roses?
