Micah Finchley

I don’t like this

I don’t like this:

I don’t like this,

Everything’s much too loud.

Much. Too. Loud.

I’m overwhelmed.

My collar is pressing against my neck and I feel like I’m choking.

My clothes feel like they’ve been glued to my skin.

I don’t like this.

My eyes dark across the room.

And I try to get calm.

But nothing is working.

I have to leave.

I need to leave.

My eyes begin to sting.

And my lungs hurt.

But suddenly everything’s okay.

Everything is okay.