A loud noise, the look on someones face, a crowded room.
I can’t breathe.
Walking on eggshells? No. I am the egg. Fragile, and very quickly coming unglued.
I want to leave.
I don’t know them, they are having a conversation and looking this way. I wonder the subject:
Is it me?
Why am I this way? With the sweating, the paranoia, the tightness of the chest… What do I do? What’s the next step?
Perhaps therapy.
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About the Creator
BrettNotGreg
-Thirty-something enigma with a wide spectrum of interests.
-Heavily anchored in poetry.
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