Anxiety
Being trapped in a Glass box no one else can see
Afraid of breaking it and the pain
People trying to reach toward you
All around you, reaching to help
“Stop! Don’t break it!”
Afraid of sharp triangles piercing your skin
You know the glass is stronger than it looks
But it looks so fragile
You’ll never escape
A spear coming towards you
Speeding
Unobscured path
You can’t move
It’s inevitable
The spear hits the glass suddenly
And passes straight through you
You don’t feel it
You’re sitting on a couch with no glass in sight
Anxiety
Trapped in a glass box no one else can see
Does it really exist?
But you can feel it
Feel the cold warning of the inescapable walls
Always there
Threatening to break
Threatening to hurt you with tendrils of itself
No one sees you crying in your glass box
No one seems to care that you’re helpless
Trapped
But what you don’t know
They all have their own boxes
All made of glass
That no one else can see
But you don’t know that
You’re stuck in your own.
Jaime
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