My Thoughts In Poetry

Sometimes

Sometimes my hands get shaky. Sometimes I'm unable to control my breathing. Sometimes I can't seem to focus.

Sometimes my mind doesn't want to work correctly and I can't seem to find a coherent thought.

Sometimes when this happens, I'm alone. It's easy to cope with when no one is around to judge you.

But when I'm not alone, when there are people around me and my heart races, my mind boggles, and my eyes desperately call out to people, it's hard.

It feels as though every person is looking my direction, watching me mentally break down. They stare as my mind stops, slowly at first, then horribly fast. They encounter the first signs, they see with their eyes, my begging - my mental begging.

Sometimes, when I finally snap back out of that attack of anxiety, I realize it was all in my mind. I was not stared at. I did not beg. I was a statue, for that moment, I'd turned cold and stiff. Sometimes, it's hard to realize, and even harder to cope with.

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This poem was about anxiety attacks...

Nothing more, definitely nothing less.

Rosa Vazquez☺