Don't Cry Over Spilled Milk!

Swirling, dizzy with panic,

A searing wave of heat crashes around me

Crying on the inside filled with fear.

Tell myself it will be okay,

A voice deep within whispers; "you lie"

Louder and louder the voice calls to me,

"Weakling you can't handle this, you destroy everything you touch"

Staring motionless the broken glass lay at my feet,

I hang my head and respond to the menacing voice, "it's true"

A second wave of despair steals the breath from my lungs

My world is spinning faster and faster out of control

"You are a terrible excuse for a person" the voice speaks again

Mocking continues on this carousel of pain and confusion,

"You would be better off dead" the voice laughs

Clutching my chest I fall to the ground

For a moment the world is still, silent, and numb

Another voice speaks up from within the shadows,

Wrapping me in a blanket of strength,

Anxiety will not win today, I will always find a way to fight back.