What's wrong with you?

I'd whisper to myself

As I watched the iris incense burn

And illuminate my cold bedroom.

I'm useless.

Pathetic.

Afraid of going past my comfort zone.

I'd remind myself with a sigh.

I get shaky buying tickets at movie theaters

Terrified that my tough outer wall

Will crumble,

And unconsciously give them the right

To crackle at the anxiety.

The goals I wish to achieve are impossible

And the everyday pressure

Puts my life at risk for the worse.

My parents give no help,

But the worst part,

I hide myself from them

Day by day.

My anxiety is stupid,

They'll say.

You're our straight

GIRL,

They'll say.

I compare myself with other teens,

Whom are more successful than I'll ever be.

Their parents have connections

To get them to a higher place,

While mine have always kept me in a box,

Strict when it came to hang with friends.

 

High school began

And it opened my eyes.

I saw more opportunities for myself,

And I stepped out of my comfort zone,

Even if it was only a few feet.

I found a friend for the better,

And to this day her smile brightens my day.

She graduated high school a year early

Found a job

And started college.

An amazing artist,

A gentle writer,

And an amazing best friend.

She has challenges ahead,

But her goals will be met,

Because she is not one to easily fall.

She has no idea how many bridges she's helped me cross,

How often she's reminded me that everything will be okay,

And that no matter what happens,

I'm alive for a reason.

I know that my reason won't come easy,

But I have her by my side,

And I will do anything to make her proud.

I'll sit through a thousand more human anatomy facts,

Because she's the best damn thing to come into this

Now

Beautiful life.