I broke my glasses and
Now I can't see anything
Was the world always this blurry and confusing?Nevermind any of that,
I'll continue my day as,
Normal. I'm sure it won't make a differenceBut what if someone sees?
And says a nasty comment,
And my self-esteem is practically destroyedOr if I'm afraid to
Admit that I can't see something,
So I'd suffer in silence but my pride would be intact.Or what if everyone notices,
And stares with questioning eyes,
Wondering why I'm not wearing my glasses today.All these possible events
Make me feel scared and nauseous.
I'm not sure if I should leave the house todayI'm terrified of what,
Other people think of me,
When I'm without glasses, at least before I could see.Now I can't tell what's
In other people's eyes,
So that's the half of knowing their intentions gone.The thoughts become too much,
And I can't face my fears.
Now I realise how much those glasses meant to me.I think I'll stay at home today.
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Pandemonium
Poetrypandemonium noun ' pæn.dəˈməʊ.ni.əm/ US /ˌpæn.dəˈmoʊ.ni.əm/ 1. wild uproar or unrestrained disorder; tumult or chaos. 2. a place or scene of riotous uproar or utter chaos.