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i feel like banging my head on the wall
hard enough to knock me out of consciousness
just to get away from this place
i feel claustrophobic in all of sudden
like the walls around me are closing in
there are just too many people inside this room
i can't fit in
i can never fit in
like always, my anxiety rises
blossoming in the pit of my stomach
until it takes over my chest
speeding up my palpitations
this sounds stupid
but the right breathing method no one ever used
works for me on these times
i'm breathing so heavily , i guess
they are starting to notice me
a slight hint of coldness in their eyes that i can't decipher
biting my lower lip ,
i try fighting the familiar tingling in the corner of my eyes.
they say i'm just being a crybaby
the coldness in their eyes turns into disgust
and they walk away
never letting me explain
but if i ever get the chance to,
will they ever understand
and give up their intolerance ?
____ . ___
don't fit in where you don't belong.
okay.
i think i can't even fit in somewhere i call home.
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Wishful Thinker
Poetry/wɪʃfʊl θɪŋkə/ . of the unreachable dreams . "you don't understand me, you never do you never see words the way I always do now I will bombard you with words see if you will ever be lost for words" started : 180219 ended : 181205
