So busy nowadays that I get scared when I’m not busy, fearing I’m not doing something I should be doing
I wish I can say I like you.
But I’m too smart for that.
But don’t worry, someday I will say it.
I know you won’t feel the same.
But I’ll still be glad I did it.
But for now, I’ll try to survive.
Living with this pain from anxiety.
Wishing I could see and hear your reactions.
Instead of simply imagining it.
I’m not a poet. I just press enter a lot.