Dear Anonymous

You think its for attention 

when i get hit with a panic attack 

or struck with the pain of not breathing 

as the air leaves my lungs and refuses to come back

The fear i feel when it doesn't come 

the hassle of getting hooked up to a machine

This is a real 

But if i say something 

You will be offended by the the words i speak 

So i go thru the motions

Then the anxiety comes  

The crippling fear that You will leave me if You know

Know the truth about 

 the depression

 the anxiety

 the asthma 

 the tics

And so much more

Why do i feel this way 

Why do i strive to protect someone who refuses to see 

How hurt i am