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Stranger


 

 
Hello
Hey stranger
Hi person whom I've never heard of or seen before
How are you?
Okay? That's nice
But things aren't nice  me
You aren't nice for me
You, stranger, unknown human, random person that sits beside me,
You
Cause havoc, cause my once stable walls to come crashing down around me, cause my whole world to shake with fear and worry and disaster
Over nothing
You sit beside me because there isn't any other place to, you scroll through your phone, reading people's tweets of nonsense, completely fine
But here I am, the contrary 
You leave
But the panic and the terror stay
Like a shell of what had once been okay, what had once been beautiful
It's been destroyed from the inside out so that every glance, every giggle, every gesture is perceived as to hurt me
As to tear me down piece by piece so I'm this little wisp of a thing that is so fragile and delicate that not even my mother can touch without cracking every single time
I wish that it wasn't that easy
Wasn't easy for me to break so soon under such small pressure
Like just a little interaction felt like the end of the world was weighing down on my chest
Crushing me
Grinding up my lungs so the air cannot get through
Soaking my hands in sweat
Pounding my heart
Twisting my stomach
Shaking my limbs
Making tears leave my eyes
Because every time 
Everytime
It feels so heavy
So ponderously gigantic
So rugged and jagged that it scrapes my skin
Leaving scars in its wake that never heal, never leave
It hurts
And it always will.
 
~ Emma Beets
 
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