And it’s not normal
It feels like I am screaming,
into the abyss
and the abyss answers.
It answers with fear
and I feel paralyzed
like I am back in 5th grade
about to give a speech
It answers with doubt.
Will everything be alright?
No.
I’m unable to see the light.
It answers with sadness
with tears …
tears that I can’t seem to control,
tears that form from nothing.
But that’s impossible right?
The abyss,
It is my anxiety acting up
making something small
seem ginormous.