A Brief 15 Seconds Inside My Head
Wreck, wreck, wreck.
Wreck.
Wreck wreck.
My hands continue to shake,
I took the time to check.
“Sit still!”
I tell them.
But I'm a wreck.
No outlet, no release.
Not for me – I pace the floors – not for me not for me not for me!
Could there be
a single thing
to kill all the
anxiety??
Not for me not for me not for me.
I'm a wreck, you see.
Some call it nervous, others OCD.
But not me.
I call it me. I am what you see.
Wreck wreck wreck wreck wreck,
a description of me.
Are the doors locked?
Wreck wreck wreck.
Are the windows shut?
Wreck wreck wreck.
Is the alarm set?
Wreck.
Do I look okay?
Wreck.
Is my pulse normal?
Wreck.
Am I gonna die am I gonna die am I gonna die am I gonna die??
Wreck.
Wreck wreck.
Is my heart about to stop, or my car about to crash, or my plane about to fall clean out of the sky??
Am I gonna die??
And WHY??
Why do I wonder if I'm alright??
Why do I wring my hands in plain sight??
Why is my mental state a constant fight??
Wreck wreck wreck. Wreck wreck.
On top of my neck.
September 1 – 2009
XO....wreck.
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