you can vent
but we only care if you do so delicately

there’s a virus in my brain
it’s always chaos on the screen

my blood is laced with apprehension
that surges through my veins
and is pounded into my restless heart
I am tattooed from under my skin
the paint of reds and blues
engrave this beating canvas with unease
there is no escaping the fear
when it’s buried beneath my skin
operating my entire body

Grasp a handful of sand
Let it slowly fall out of your hand
Cling onto the last few grains
You still feel the sand

Don't think the amount your feeling is different because you feel less sand
You're just feeling every single grain of sand at the same time
It's the same as if you only had one grain of sand in your hand
It's the same experience