I can't breath
My hands start to shake
And
My vision fades in and out
It's hard to hear what the person next to me is saying anymore
They're getting frustrated
I had asked them to repeat themselves
My fingernails dig into my palms
The pain does little to help
Finally the customer leaves
A minute to myself
"Try and breath"
It doesn't work
All I want is to run and hide
To not allow anyone to see me in such a weak state
But it's not possible
In my place of work
Nowhere to go
My worst fear
No escape from my anxiety
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Teardrop Words
Poesiea midnight journal. thoughts by a broken, bruised, lost mind. trigger warnings inside.
