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I look around constantly I slide down in my seat I hate looking in the mirror I hide from me Their words scare me I roam the hallways with my head down I speak only when spoken to I'm not the one people walk over to Kayla who? They have no clue I sit alone at lunch When I eat I never crunch I sit in a hunch It controls me I cannot finish I stand and walk away quickly My skin has gone prickly As it does every day My hand accidentally brushes against someone familiar in the hallway "Geez! Your hands feel like ice! Why are you always freezing?" I mumble the excuse of a cold lunch I stumble away
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Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
Anxiety Isn't Real?
I look around constantly I slide down in my seat I hate looking in the mirror I hide from me Their words scare me I roam the hallways with my head down I speak only when spoken to I'm not the one people walk over to Kayla who? They have no clue I sit alone at lunch When I eat I never crunch I sit in a hunch It controls me I cannot finish I stand and walk away quickly My skin has gone prickly As it does every day My hand accidentally brushes against someone familiar in the hallway "Geez! Your hands feel like ice! Why are you always freezing?" I mumble the excuse of a cold lunch I stumble away
MiserableAtBest
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Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
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