Anxiety

I looked down at my hands. They were shaking. Badly. I knew what was happening. But I couldn't stop it. I knew there were tears in my eyes even before one glided down my cheek.Then a rainstorm of tears came. I fell to my knees, and rolled into a small ball. I was like a little bug. Anyone could come up and kill me without any effort. I stayed there that whole night, until in the morning when my alarm clock went off. Then I got up. And went to school. To another day of acting. Acting like I'm ok, when i'm really not ok at all. And when the end of the day came it all happened all over again. An endless loop of tears and pain. Until everything goes black.

-Allie A. Musgrave