the blue and the solace

a n x i o u s.

don't question
the authenticity
of my anxiety,
the sides of my face
burn as i watch the kids my age
grow under the shadow of their
accomplished selves,
what have they to lose
except their sense of belonging,
but they belong
as much as I don't.
as I walk
as I lay
I point the dagger at my chest
demanding answers
for a life unbloomed.