I'm trying but
my stomach is burning
and my heart is seizing
I can't remember what's important to me anymore
everything is in ashes
the only thing that's keeping me standing
are the expectations
that no one should have of mea crowd
sweaty palms
blurred faces
pushing and pushing
until all I can do is fall forward
my knees scraped
and limbs twisted
crushed underfoot
but I'm still trying to crawlI take a breath
cover my head
and wait till it stops
everything dissipates
but the ache is still there
like a flame
an uncontrollable wildfire
white hot, ready to explode
into nothing
yet destroying everythingI want it to rise up
but I let loose
a broken wave
that quenches what little rebellion I have left
but my mind is still dry
and it can easily be ignited again
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Anxious
PoetryMy voice is broken from my internal screams clogging up my throat [poetry]