The Unspoken Reality

I can’t help it. I don’t fit in, and I seem to never will.

I struggle to make eye contact, my words can’t come out, and my feet just can’t stay still.

“Why are you so weird?” They ask. Not knowing I’m trying my best to fit in.

But every time it’s like a losing battle, it makes no sense I even try to win.

Don’t even get me started on panic attacks, they are excruciatingly wild.

I get episodes every now and then in my adulthood, but suffered from it immensely as a child.

I’m worried every minute, every second, every hour, and within every type of season.

And the funniest part about it?......It’s usually without an apparent reason.

It’s really an awful experience having it while even trying to pursue an education.

Because it constantly leaves you drained after your mind uses so much strength and long-lasting dedication.

But it’s okay though, I understand why I would come off as weird to even a random stranger.

Because my mind and body operate so differently, and I always feel as if I’m in horrifying danger.