Arches

Anxiety over a bad man.

The real world is not at all what I imagined it'd be

These professors and these jobs never frightened me

The phone is the worst when I can hear no breath

I chant to myself - it isn't, it isn't death

But there's no way to know without a way of knowing

And just like that, my anxiety is showing

It's scary and heavy and painful to the head

But instead of crying, I try to talk instead

To my brother, my father too ,then my mother

It's awful to know I wouldn't tell a lover

This is something very private and something very small

But if I worry over one thing, I worry over it all