Poems about life.

Beat of a heart

My heart beats fast in my chest, I can almost feel it pulse into the skin on my chest.

It's only a group of people I tell myself.

But the way they looked. I'm Ugly. Wrong. I should have worn something else.

I feel judged, my lung cavity has began to close in.

Their eyes found mine and I can feel my confidence begin to crumble bit by bit.

I was so sure I looked good before I left my house.

Now I doubt myself.

All because they looked at me.

I just needed to go to the shop, I didn't need to tell myself to breathe.

It's moments like this I forget to breathe. When my lung walls get closer and closer there's almost no room for oxygen.

Moments like this where I'm afraid my heart will never slow down, it's an unsteady flow in my chest.

Moments like this when my stomach is strangled by their looks.

It's only people. They must be looking because you look nice.

It's only people. I only need some groceries. Ignore them.

My heart finally slows enough to breathe properly. It's over, they were only people.

Stupid I tell myself. But what can I do.