"Relax and breathe,
You'll be okay."
That's what they always say.
They don't understand what it's like,
Being the one who can't speak in a crowd.
How do I breathe when my lungs won't allow me to?
How do I stop my heart from bursting out?
How?
"Don't worry," they say.
"Everything will be fine."
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Dark Paradise (Poetry)
PoetryDarkness is my friend. #89 in Paradise (15 April 2020)