you can’t fix me,
I tell you…
Mental Health
easier to poke, prod, squeeze my pores
than to deal with the anxiety
that pours through my chest…
chest pain means you might
be having a heart attack
unless you have anxiety
in which case your doctor…
gather your anxiety into a rock
the size of your stomach…
I am the bridge suspended…
but why does my anxiety
ripple down…
If someone is angry, and you don’t know why, it’s hard to feel sorry for them…
the cars passing
on the street
can’t see my tears…
detached is good
for answering the phone
and not taking the yelling
personally…
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