Excuse | Teen Ink


November 29, 2012
By Idiocy GOLD, Brinnon, Washington
Idiocy GOLD, Brinnon, Washington
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a ticking clock, bomb
set off by silent alarms
a smile that deceives that everything isn’t
diseased inside
heads that think of too many things
at once
needing pressure to be eased,
please, excuse this anxiety,
I’m dying from inside of me.

The author's comments:
This poem is about what anxiety feels like to me at times.

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