Ten Seconds

ten seconds into class
i felt the switch
the chemical imballance 
that makes me want to loose it
i hid until class was over
then pretended my locker wouldnt open
just so i could hit something
. . . i call over my friend to unlock it
not mentioning that ten seconds after
i realize it is someone else's locker, and not mine
save myself from embarassment
and tell him, im about to hit something
. . .ten seconds later,
my axiety just kicked in with it
and i rock in my step
i ask him if he remembers how i throw myself into panic attacks
he tells me not to
and i tell him my disorders are acting up again
. . . ten seconds later i want to cry
im swallowing my every word so i dont
break into tears in front of my class
for no reason i can explain
. . . ten seconds later
im pretending not to cry
because i miss a boy
who is my world
who i just saw
maybe a little more then ten minutes ago
. . . ten seconds
and maybe my disorders will sleep again
and i will be okay once more
ten seconds till disorder
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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October 15, 2009 at 3:59 PM
Disorder...that reminded me of a song..."HOw do you own the world? How do you own disorder?...Disorder..." @.@ Intense poetry, honest, head-smashig @.@ I like it. Thanks a lot for sharing this. Truth is that we can't own disorder, yet we can flow with it @.@ something usefull may come out of it. Bye bye, thanks for the read and for the poetry =D PS: There's always a point =), yet there came a moment in time when I started to focus on stymuli instead of messages @.@ bye bye=)
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