Disorganized thoughts race through my brain.
Why do I allow anxiety to bring me pain?
The days pass by slower every day when I allow my thoughts
To take over my physical being.
I want to ask for help.
I want to open up to others.
I want to express my thoughts and emotions.
But when the opportunity arises for me to do so...
I fight it.
I change the subject.
I lie and say I am okay.
All because I do not know how to communicate.
I do not know how to communicate the chaos in my brain.
And the cycle continues endlessly.
So, "what's wrong? How are you? Are you okay?"