though I am alone, I am at peace
no one to hurt me or call me names
no one to mutter dark words as I pass them
down the corridor I walk
The anxiety that gets caught in my throat
sails away like a boat, but it does not float
It seems to sink then bob back up
much like the waves surrounding it
for a moment it seems to waver does it
return to me or back to thee
The ones that give you sorrow do not
matter as they will only drag you down
it is little things that get to me
getting low on a test or saying something wrong
my cheeks heat up make my face go red
the anxiety builds till it is up to my neck
I feel as if I’m drowning, hot tears splash on
to the abyss below, where it welcomes me
With open hope.
To step in is a choice ill make
being alone can be the worst feeling
yet it can also be the best
like a comfortable silence
in a room of noise.