Express The Distress

anxiety

Shredded nails gloss the floor in beige, teeth aching, mouth shaking.

Hands quake like tectonic plates, delicate as crumpled autumn leaves.

Lips quiver as butterflies sputter in flight. Palms polished in perspiration as morning dew sheens flower petals.

All those eyes dousing my skin raw, kindling layers upon layers of unfathomable heat, scaring my flesh with inconspicuous stains.

Thoughts racing in my mind of incessant self-reflection. These viewpoints detrimental to my health. Whispers of words, a blight to my brain.

Where's my oxygen? Lost in my lungs, air trapped in broken pipes, leaking in heaved cries.

No break so my body aches. Muscles strained so my smiles fake. A deception of self-expression.

Anxiety, my suffocating silhouette, holding me hostage. I'll always be a nervous girl/ a worried girl/ a sad poetry girl.