Angel's Poems

Stress Pass + AN

Teacher, teacher look at me.
My eyes are wide, my hands they shake.
My stomach is unsteady, my arms and legs they're numb.
Teacher, teacher look at me.
My head it throbs, my everything it hurts.
My balance its weak, my mind is half asleep.
Teacher, teacher look at me.
My fingers grip an eighth paper, it neon bright easy to be seen, it's up to my chest cause who knows why, sure is subtle isn't it right?

AN:
So this poem may be a bit odd but there's an intention you see.....
Some background, I may have already mentioned this but I have like really bad anxiety, and several other psychological conditions, as a result I have something called a 504 plan. Basically it's meant to help me cause I can be a bit crazy. One way at my school in particular that they deal with anxiety is something called a stress pass. It's this laminated eighth sized piece of neon paper (last year it was orange, this year it's green, I think it follows class colors as in it changes depending on the grade you are in) it says stress pass on the front in bold letters, you'll see an attached picture. Anyways here's how you use it, say you are anxious cause who knows why you just are, take out this bright piece of paper and hold it up to your chest and "no one" but your teacher will notice and you'll leave class without being embarrassed.....how about no. It's really stupid so I thought I'd share my story with you. 

Anyways thanks for reading.
Love ya,
Angel <3
Ps
I will not be offended if you laugh honestly I think the paper belongs in a kindergarten class room. Also if you are wondering what the blurring is, I blurred out my name and my AP's name...although if you pay attention really well you could probably figure out my first name anyway. Although that would require a bit of research.