Anxiety

Sometimes words are flurried secrets

skating corners of my mind, dashing all attempts to find myself, while jesting and reclined.

maybe, if I frown hard enough,

you’ll notice my distress,

and stop hurting me with your analyzing,

I swear,

I’m doing my best.

(She whispered to herself)

-AmaRose

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