The A Word

Fri, 08/23/2019 - 19:17 -- Mgovan4

She cant deal with her anxiety

she's always overthinking

It feels like air is being sucked out of her lungs,

except she's still breathing

She's always sweating on her hands and feet

and she feels everything way too deep

It like these depressing,

Anti-depressants, 

keep comressing,

her ability and her essence

to be herself, melanin

And although it doesnt show,

through this

Not melanin-but overemotional glow,

her heart is beating too fast

now everyone is moving in slow-mo

She is me...melancholy.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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