My knees go weak and my fingers start crouching
Its only the first week, the first breeze and I can already feel the butterflies in my stomach screeching
I twitch, I twitch, I twitch
I Stutter and fail to speak while my eyes gain the grip of my stare
There's nobody to turn to because I'm alone in this dark room
But I feel crowded
I hear many voices in my head like an angry mob
My heart starts to throb
And my eyes cease to form some watery substance in them
I begin to feel as if my heart has been detached from my body
And my heart is not a match for this body
So my mind starts to play games with me
Telling me all the negative things one wouldn't dream of hearing
I over think each and everything that crosses my mind
I bottle my pain inside
So undefined
Indecisive
At times I feel abandoned and not worth it
Discouraged and disfigured
Different from you, you, you and you
Don't understand that I'm slowly sinking
Drowning in my own thoughts
I cannot shut the emotion down
So I shut the door behind me because I fear that my insecurities will try and crawl up to my mind too
Even though it's killing me inside, I try my best not to cry
Simply because I am a victim of hypervigilance