This Thing Called Anxiety
The brown eye girl keeps feeling the nervousness and the stress. Ever so often she replays things in her mind. The things she should have said or done differently through the years. Not just those few years she thought he loved her or the years in school where she would be in the back of the class just writing away. The brown eye girl has been told to just move on with her life just forget it all. But how can she just move on with the snap of her fingers? She has done everything they say to do more times then she can count but it doesn’t help. Ever so often she feels sick to her stomach at night when she tries to sleep. The brown eye girl feels as if she always has to have a fence between herself and the world just knowing if she let it in then she’ll get hurt again. She can pin point the reason why she is like this it all comes down to one person. The person who did her the most damage for many years. He caused so much damage to her throwing her away and dragging her back again. Maybe one day the brown eye girl can over come this thing called anxiety.
Copyright © Jesse Mcdonald | Year Posted 2023
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