America's Majority
This agoraphobia is destroying me.
Holding me back from what I truly want to do.
It likes to slither up when I eat.
Closing my throat so I can’t swallow.
I try to disregard it and push the food my reflex.
But I can feel the tension in my neck.
It’s impossible.
This anxiety is destroying me.
Restraining me from society.
Medicine is not America’s cure.
I can’t seem to find anything strong enough.
This anxiety is very much like a surprise guest
Popping in and out whenever it pleases.
This depression is destroying me.
Denying me happiness.
Stealing my beauty from me
By causing my eyes to dull
And my skin to pale to frightening whiteness
Just like suffocating
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