Poems

When I'm feeling anxious it usually gets progressively worse over time. When I've had a bad day or two I'm often very, very anxious by my second class of the day. (Kind of sad when my second class starts at 9 in the morning.) This seems to happen especially on Mondays and Wednesdays for some reason. My brain is often going, going, gone by the time I get to my financial accounting class. Monday was one of those days. I sat through class, but my mind wasn't there, so instead I wrote a few poems. Now, I am not a poet, but they do describe how I was feeling.

Just hide in your mind,

it's the only safe place.

If you let yourself go,

then you won't have to face

the fears and the freezing,

the tears and the pain.

You'll be safe in your mind

and you'll keep yourself sane.

Constricting and squeezing,

everything's tight.

My mind is in panic.

My body must fight.

If I hold it together

then no one will know

of the panic inside me.

And that is my goal.

I don't have a reason,

I can't tell you why,

my mind is just screaming,

I try not to cry.

I should pay attention.

I should try to learn,

but something inside me

is starting to burn.

I know that there's value

in good self control.

I try to obtain it

to better my soul.

But something is breaking,

my soul starts to crack

and all I can see

is the thing that I lack.