pandemonium,
runs through
my veins
as the wild thoughts
come back
the chaotic
feeling of the hands
chocking me
panic attacks
me as i lay
in plain sight
they do nothing
why should they ?
pandemonium
courses throughout
my body
antisocial freak
the name
i've been honored
to be called
the panic attacks,
for a while
when it's done
it's as it is
without
pandemonium
coursing through me
instead the
annual
feeling of
embarrassment
pandemonium
gone as quick as it attacked
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thoughts:
i had an.."episode" some may say ..today ...it was right in the middle of the hallway ...students progressed as normal ....why should they help the freak?.....i didn't take the pills....i don't like them ...is that bad ....of course it is ...everything i do is bad .....i wish to be anyone but me ....but i'm the antisocial freak...as always ...
....this is riley signing out......
YOU ARE READING
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Poesía*all lowercase* **************** should i do it why not it'll feel better, better than before i look into the glass that reflects all the empty glass eyes stare back pain evident in the body the look of somber the metal the cold metal...
