They ask me what’s wrong and it sets in.
Tense tunnel vision and a clenched jaw,
But I don’t need your weigh-in.
They turn away and it changes.
Eyes closed and an exhale
I try to forget my vexes.
I look inside and it builds.
Swirling and rushing and finally I
break.
Leave. Run. Fall.
Get up and mend.
Music rushes and it fades.
Concentrating on lyrics
I sway, and the melody aids.
Anger lingers but it weakens;
Even heartbeats and breathing
calm my emotions.
They ask me what’s wrong and it sets in.
My body reacts because I
Don’t want the demons to win.