Anxiety. A tiny thing we fear besides the people who conquer it.
My voice squeaks a response to those other shepherds. Shy.
I sit down as I looked at them all, feeling small, remembering that they all tower me, loom over me. They are in power, not me.
And I am sure that will never change.
Why so shy? Why have anxiety take over?
"Don't you remember? You're nothing."
"Move elsewhere, or we'll make you."
"Can't ya tell that this seat is taken?"
"You don't even have a phone! Look at how unimportant you are!"
Repeat the words. Each one of them. Tell me how I did this, and I will move away.
'No Bullying' policy. Ha, yeah right.
"It's kill or be killed here."
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Counting Sheep
Teen FictionOne sheep, two sheep, This is not helping at all. Three sheep, four- Someone kill me, I must snoop this low. Five sheep, six sheep, I feel tired, but the waters still flow. Seven sheep, eight she- It looks like the sheep hit a wall. I guess eight sh...
