The pressure keeps risen and I feel the breaks
In the way I am keeping myself together.
The panic attacks are filling up my days.
I feel the pain keenly and I'm not okay.
It feels like people are waiting for me to break.
Not sure why because I was made broken
And the madness will never go away.
All the edges of me have already frayed,
And it is not anger, you see, I'm afraid.
It always ends with my heart broken
If I destroy the walls that I made.
Goddammit I am in such a state.
Wipe the tears with my thumb, dry my face.
I have always known what to do now,
Write a poem and go on with my day.
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