Why do these little things suffocate me?
Hands weren't meant to shake like mine do
My stomach, filled with the anxiety that builds up as time passes, is deep like everything is pushed underneath.
My eyes turn from left to right and right to left in weary and fear
I feel my throat close up and when the time comes, my voice quivers.
How do I stop?
Can I stop?
Why can't i just be like the others?
Can I even be like them?
My head ached because of all the thoughts, one after the other, never ending.
And then, finally, it stops
It all just stops
The world isn't turning against me anymore
I don't feel anything
It's gone
And in the dead silence, I find peace.