If I were a bird,
how joyous would life be?
I could live without stress and strife,
I could finally be free.

If I were a bird,
never would I have to talk.
Not a word could my bulky beak blather,
all I could do is sing and squawk.

If I were a bird,
oh, the places I could go.
I could soar above the clouds,
in the orange, sunset glow.

If I were a bird,
I could escape all my pain.
I could spread my wings and fly away,
never to be seen again.

If I were a bird,
how joyous would life be?
But sadly, I am not a bird,
and I must continue being me.

I stand atop the railings,
and take in some fresh air.
If I were to jump now,
would anybody care?

The world is now retreating,
I feel myself getting further from the ground.
If I took my life a mile away,
would I even make a sound?

A crowd soon starts to gather,
they say "You have your whole life ahead of you!"
But life isn't some simple game,
if only those fools knew.

I fill my lungs with one breath,
as do others as I leap.
I smile, knowing what awaits me,
is joy and eternal sleep.

The world must truly despise me,
something just won't let me leave.
I lie conscious on the ground,
wiping my tears with a frayed jumper sleeve.

Strangers try to comfort me,
they say "It's okay to cry."
But crying won't change anything,
it's easier to give up and die.

Roses are red,
The violets are dying,
Outside I look fine,
But inside I'm crying.

Facing the world,
Such an arduous task,
Now that I must hide,
Behind a smiling mask.

You can tell life's a worry,
When the number of scars,
On your arms equal,
The total of all the sky's stars.

The roses now wilted,
The violets have died,
But never will someone,
Know what goes on inside.

I am a teacher's pet, I'm diligent and well-read,
But nobody knows that all this work wreaks havoc in my head.

I'm always punctual to my classes, moving swiftly across the floors,
But even so, it's a mystery what I do behind closed doors.

I may work hard in every class, and always have good grades,
But those marks can't be achieved without my knives and blades.

I smile sweetly at my peers each and every school day,
But in my head I want to cry, I'm worthless anyway.

I am a teacher's pet, and forever one shall I be,
But only for so long can I hide my scars, in places they can't see.

The monster utters the very words I feared, "Your turn to speak."
I looked around for help, feeling ever so weak.
I stood up at desk and to the front I walked,
And in my mind I knew I would surely be mocked.
I shuffled my papers and fixed up my hair,
I'm dying up here, yet they don't seem to care.
I open my mouth, but no words come out,
All I want to do is run away and pout.
I shiver, and stumble, and stutter, and sweat,
All the while thinking, "Is this over yet?"
I wish I could hide, I wish I could cry.
I just can't talk, but they don't understand why.
I want to get up, and try to explain,
My anxiety, and how it causes me pain.
But my mind tells me that they don't care,
I'm not meant to be happy, life just isn't fair.

I am a silhouette.

I lurk in the classrooms, and scuffle along the corridors.

I give off not but a whisper as I pass by.

It's my call, my plea, my cry.

I live amongst the shadows where I am indistinguishable.

I am noticed not but when the spotlight is on me. It blinds me. It pains me.

I will someday become obsolete, but nobody will know that I was ever there.

I am just not meant to be seen.

I am just a silhouette.

Anxiety is a snake,

It chokes me

Stops me from smiling, breathing, living.

It squeezes me to the point I feel my heart will burst.

Its sharp, forked tongue causes me to stutter,

Its brutal, cold blood makes me shiver.

Sadly; I will never be released, there is no escaping, no solution, no turning back.

I'm trapped.