Anxiety is preparing yourself to say "here" when the teacher does attendance.
Anxiety is shaking so bad you can barely keep food on a spoon.
Anxiety is being so quiet that even your mind stops for a second.
Anxiety is never texting first because you feel needy.
Anxiety is not being able to walk up to the teacher to hand in a paper.
Anxiety is always sitting in the back of the class so you don't feel eyes know you.
Anxiety is being afraid. All the time. Afraid to love, to smile,  or even to say hello.
Anxiety is only having a few friends because it's hard to talk to people you don't know.
Anxiety is wanting to talk to the cute boy who sits across from you, but you're afraid of him knowing the real you.
Anxiety is finally saying hello

20 times in your head

Because you did not live it, I fear to explain it..
Because you did not feel it... I fear you will not understand.
Because it did not happen to you, I fear you will reject it....
I put it out of my mind in hopes that it will go away. In hopes that I will never be reminded of it or may just think it was a nightmare and never truly happened.
You seem to be understanding, but naive to those things.....
How do you share pain with someone who has not experienced the same trauma...  Because you cannot relate or you feel your pain outweighs theirs..