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 Nov 2013 reyna
Morgan Young
anxiety
 Nov 2013 reyna
Morgan Young
i'm not scared of the dark
or being alone
or crowds
or monsters
or strangers
i'm not in fear of things
but i worry
i worry over everything
it stresses me to my core
devours my mind
makes me sleepy
if only i could sleep
i worry about the stupid things i said
i worry about the work expected of myself
i worry about my future
i worry about the judgements others make of me
i worry about the way i stepped left today
as i rip myself to pieces
just because i should have stepped right
i cry over my own thoughts
the worries i create drown me
literally
i worry about a mole on my skin,
what if it's melanoma?
i worry about how much i worry,
what if it's anxiety?
well i think it is
but i don't want to say it
what if people think i'm crazy?
i would rather be stressed
 Nov 2013 reyna
Morgan Young
the worst part of being an overanalyzing introvert is unintentionally ruining
every relationship
i have ever had.
i need to be alone to motivate myself.
being alone is how i create energy to take on another full day.
there's a lot of time in a day.
time i will never get back.
so i try my hardest thinking about how to make the best out of it,
which is kind of ironic,
because i'm laying in bed writing this.
wasting precious time.

when it comes to romantics,
there is always a huge price i must pay.
i will spend so much time debating
if you're worth my energy.
i will fight with myself over all of your pros
and your cons.
i'm not trying to push you away,
i'm trying to predetermine our relationship.
it's nothing against you.
i want to love you.
i really do.
but it takes me so much time to motivate myself,
i can't even fathom how i could double this minimal energy to propel someone else.
and the time i have spent trying to write this,
is time i'm wasting while you're sitting wondering what you are doing wrong.
and when i look up from this "poem."
you will already be gone.
and all i will have left.
is this.
some half-assed writing that will one day be dust.
just like you and i.
before i was even done writing it.
 Nov 2013 reyna
M Clement
Lessons
 Nov 2013 reyna
M Clement
You are gonna come
And he's so spunky
They get so big and black
Only during Thursdays
I think he has time
He goes in and out
Be gentler with the littler ones
[something in another language]
He goes "I love you, sugar"
That's so sweet
He goes in and out a lot
Oh yeah?
I heard that when I was a kid.
Wait till they hit ten.
I guess it depends
[indistinct chatter]
She was a little ****
[Clatter of keyboard keys]
"Chai?"
I got super excited.
Easily 20+ times.
Brothers ****.
Prompt: Write a poem about snippets of strangers' conversations you overhear

A response to a prompt in "I Need Your Assistance".
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