Statistically insignificant

5/1, 4:30 AM

We wait to pick up our medicine.

Everyone around me looks normal.

I look mentally ill.

My eyes are pacing.

My fingers swim.

I'm anxious. Why am I anxious?

What's happening today?

Is there something I forgot?

I wait to pick up my medicine.

How many people have waited here?

They all look normal.

I haven't showered in a while.

I ran over, so I'm sweaty too.

She hesitates because the clerk is busy.

Of course, that guy asks about the medicine.

I do that.

I pressed the wrong button... will it work still?

Do I remember my pin?

I haven't been able to sleep lately. 

I have my medicine, but...

I don't want to sleep.

My day isn't over, I didn't start it

I can't reset.

There's something that I need to do.

I can't do it.

I can't move.

Just work a little bit.

Can't move.

Only a little.

I'm sitting.

I need to do something

I'm trapped by myself, alone.

Nobody can help me.

Reviews

[Sanbino Rodriguez-White]

Beautiful poem, I love it!, I have severe anxiety so I really can relate to this I use to think that as long as I took my medicine it could helpe with everything but I was still anxious in the end, amazing work...