from the auditorium to the top of the playground i've been overcome with pure anxiety and no matter how hard i try i can't censor their harsh tones and bitter words spitting out like fire in the room adjacent to mine and i wish i could close my ears just as i shut my eyes.
every syllable is replaced with a scraping fork on a plate and i wish you were here to hold me, but instead you cater to frustration and embody anger and i wish there was some way i could help.