Elementia anxiety

Bitter is the sound of hearing rejection two weeks before the Prom, of hearing you’ll expire within months, of hearing the sickening squeal of tires beneath the floorboards in your car.

No one’s here I’m all smiles and happy outside But inside I’ve died Yet I have no fear Alone and scared No one’s here So damn scared No one’s here So I am fine Alone and dead Thoughts fly in my head So far from the line Alone and scared No one’s here So damn scared No one’s here Never knowing the

Though you’d never admit me to be justified in saying “no,” I think you know why I’m doing this.

Too often I catch you staring at me, wanting me, but never know how to say what I have to say.

Sometimes I think you’re doing this on purpose, Locking me up inside. With no light seeping through. My skin turning pale, My hope being lost. Leaving me by myself, A world so alone. I feel trapped in a prison, Or lost in a crowd. There is something about this that makes me grow ill. I don’t see

Who is this girl I see in the mirror? This girl’s eyes full of fear, caused by Demons whispering in her ears. Scared one day their words won’t be lies. She holds on, trying not to cry. Each day wanting to die, She finally cries. A cry for help More like a yelp Or a scream, But she next makes a sc

Imagine yourself in a room full of balloons in a variety of colors, all with little white string. Each balloon is an event; a lunch with friends, a family reunion, a party, a date. You try to be attentive and pick up a balloon, only to have it pop in your unsuspecting hands. The sound is nearly d

I break down in the supermarket grocery aisles because I only have five minutes to make the choice between a variety of granola bars.