I'm alone but surrounded.
Invisible eyes following me,
Staring through my skin.
Walls of bodies crush me,
Oppressing me from a close mile,
Drawing sweat from my bones.
Their heat courses through me,
Dragging my heartbeat through my veins,
Stealing the breath from my lungs.
The whites of their eyes:
Constant, fixated, piercing.
The insides of my stomach:
Sickly, twisting, tumbling.
He's staring. She's staring.
They're all staring at me.
A relentless sea of judgement
Coming in waves,
Battering my shield of solitude.
If this is what it's like to have anxiety,
I'll pray every day for normality.
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A Collection of Poetry Vol. I
PoetryA collection of previous poetry written by me, left the way it was when I discovered it. There are no specific genres or forms to these.
