Anxiety
a i sit up in my room alone upon my bed i try to think about the thing that run throughout my head i feel the light that pour down on me like a spot of grass in the cool white snow it feel like everyone's staring at me but this feeling no one else know the room be crowd with people yet still i feel i be lose even though it's warm outside my body be surround by frost i want to cry i want to scream all at the same time these feeling that remain in me be sometimes hard to hide sympothy i do not want that's the last thing on my mind but someone who know what i'm go through be what i need to find i feel like an ant in the corner with a magnifier over my head it feel a if my brain will explode it feel a if i be dead this feeling i fear will not go away but i pray that someday it will and maybe i will find the strength and someday this space will be fill