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My friends and I talk about anxiety in hushed tones,
in desperate volumes,
in late night texts of hopelessness,
"You too?"
she asks as if we are a team,
like we are a bandwagon,
a secret group full of emotion jargon
like we are some sort of cult,
clutched in the hands of our feelings
that we can't bring to a halt.
"I'm overthinking," he says
"I'm overthinking about my overthinking,
about my edginess,
my restlessness,
my helplessness,
my breathlessness.
***sigh***
"Shhh!!" she says
they shouldn't know
you should just lay low.
They shouldn't notice any more
lest they call you weak
they'll call you sensitive
an attention seeker
or perhaps an emotional speaker!
sshhh!
Conceal, don't feel
Don't let your joy seem so real
or show your over-flowing tears in the name of 'I want to heal'
They don't understand how you can laugh so whole-heartedly about a silly pun that's not even fun,
or how you passionately cry about a video you watched on whatsapp.
They'll say, 'You're too much'
like too much of anything is really poisonous.
They speak as if they know the itchiness beneath your skin
like insects having a party within.
As if they know of the noise in your head,
of the demons you carry on your back,
of the weight of the world you carry on you like you just became a truck!
No. They have no idea,
They have not a single bit of an idea of how it feels to have a super-power of feeling,
of feeling things unfelt, untouched, unseen.
They have no idea,
that's why I keep feeling.
in desperate volumes,
in late night texts of hopelessness,
"You too?"
she asks as if we are a team,
like we are a bandwagon,
a secret group full of emotion jargon
like we are some sort of cult,
clutched in the hands of our feelings
that we can't bring to a halt.
"I'm overthinking," he says
"I'm overthinking about my overthinking,
about my edginess,
my restlessness,
my helplessness,
my breathlessness.
***sigh***
"Shhh!!" she says
they shouldn't know
you should just lay low.
They shouldn't notice any more
lest they call you weak
they'll call you sensitive
an attention seeker
or perhaps an emotional speaker!
sshhh!
Conceal, don't feel
Don't let your joy seem so real
or show your over-flowing tears in the name of 'I want to heal'
They don't understand how you can laugh so whole-heartedly about a silly pun that's not even fun,
or how you passionately cry about a video you watched on whatsapp.
They'll say, 'You're too much'
like too much of anything is really poisonous.
They speak as if they know the itchiness beneath your skin
like insects having a party within.
As if they know of the noise in your head,
of the demons you carry on your back,
of the weight of the world you carry on you like you just became a truck!
No. They have no idea,
They have not a single bit of an idea of how it feels to have a super-power of feeling,
of feeling things unfelt, untouched, unseen.
They have no idea,
that's why I keep feeling.
***Dear, you are never alone...
