Falling to a floor
The pain didn’t linger
But the fear embedded itself in my mind
Who saw me
Who’s going to talk about me
The anxiety brings the dizziness back
The constant shaking
I don’t remember who picked me up
When I return do I act like nothing happened
All the cords attached to me and all the needles that pricked me
I felt like a guinea pig
I felt helpless
Surrounded by so many people
And still not being able to get up
Laying on the floor, still feeling like falling
How can I face the reality of yesterday
When my anxiety is reliving my worst moments
.t.b.
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- Comment from author about the poem: I’ve been reliving the moment I almost passed out in school and thought writing about it could help. Leaving the school in a strectcher haunts my mind, the fast movement and looking around, praying no one is in the halls. I’ve recovered well but my anxiety is blocking me from moving on, like staying up late remembering all these awkward and bad memories.
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Well, in personal experience I've been knocked out at school, and arrested at school. When I was in the 1st or 2nd grade, a tall guy who was a couple years older than me jumped off a playground tower and landed on my head. He didn't see me, so it wasn't his fault. It just happened. When I woke up, the whole school was there. Just staring at me. The ambulance was there, and so were my parents. They put me in a stretcher and sent me away. I don't really remember it as a bad memory though. It's just something that happened.
Another thing, when I was in highschool I was arrested for assault and battery. I slapped, and pushed, a guy who was bullying someone that I thought was my friend. That "friend" of mine didn't back up my story. So, I got arrested for being the bully. Walked out in front of the whole school in handcuffs. That was a tad bit embarrassing. I laughed it off though. Didn't get into any trouble really.
So, I guess the only advice to give you is to laugh it off. Screw what other people say. Can't let a million voices get you down when there's only one that matters.
Best regards.
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