Anxiety
Sometimes I feel electricity.
Anxiety.
Using my brain as an outlet for
It's cyclic nature.
A build up of feeling
and emotions
Like a cold compress placed on
my forehead,
And left there.
Watch me shake like I'm scared,
But I promise
I'm not.
Copyright © Tricia Campese | Year Posted 2017
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