i feel anxious
not sometimes,
not constantly.
well i'm not too sure.
maybe..
i feel like i'm constantly being dragged in every direction,
the stars are plucking at my hair like strings.
and my mind- it seems to wander,
goes anywhere else but where i need it to be.
i will never understand why my feet forget how to walk sometimes,
no they're not judging the way you walk-
well, now, maybe.
i'm not breathing that loudly- stop it you know how to breathe,
now you can't catch your breath.
i will never understand why my eyes flicker to find people who i assume are looking or thinking about me.
no one cares.
so why do i?
-j.p.
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 9:02 PM UTC
i feel anxious
not sometimes,
not constantly.
well i'm not too sure.
maybe..
i feel like i'm constantly being dragged in every direction,
the stars are plucking at my hair like strings.
and my mind- it seems to wander,
goes anywhere else but where i need it to be.
i will never understand why my feet forget how to walk sometimes,
no they're not judging the way you walk-
well, now, maybe.
i'm not breathing that loudly- stop it you know how to breathe,
now you can't catch your breath.
i will never understand why my eyes flicker to find people who i assume are looking or thinking about me.
no one cares.
so why do i?
-j.p.
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