January 7th, 2017by thislifewasnotmeant4me
Not at my best..
Even if I am not at my worst..
Slight noise is deafening..
Sounds of chatter blast my eardrums..
It is nerve racking..
I am overly anxious..
Even though I am never calm..
My heart pounds as if it’s trying to break free..
It’s a wonder people around me are able to converse without hearing it..
My hands shake while I write..
I have to hold my pen tight..
And even then its still a fight..