Small panic attack
No one cares to look back
As I cried in my seat
I continued to stare at my feet
My sister made a new friend
I just want this plane ride to end
A N X I E T Y
In these times I think why me?
My sister is a few seats away
How much attention does she pay?
None
Now I know I'm done
I look down and hide behind my hat
( unfinished )
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MY POETRY BOOK
PoetryWhen I get into depressive states I write poetry. Here are the outcomes
