A School Anxiety

Each day when I leave to go to my school, I feel sick in my stomach to the core. My father’s been ill for months, maybe years, He’s losing a fight in a war. Each day when I sit in class at my school, I dread. My nerves have me shot. My folks fight and clash throughout every day, Stay together? Maybe. Maybe not. Each day when I walk home from school, I jitter, my pulse runs on high. Will all of my family still be alive, or To one of them will I be saying good bye? Each day when I lay alone in my bed, I bury, into my pillow, my fear. I hate living a life full of angst and blue, Worry’s now my friend, it is my peer.