Disquietude
Fading faster than being formed
Don't want to be seen, Don't want to be ignored.
Conversations seem like riddles
The world is a weight
Anxiety, My second skin
Why do you do this to me?
Thoughts abscond my mind
Collapsing into my lungs
Breathless, Restricted, Mentally blocked.
Autopilot enabled, invented by doubt itself
I still exist
Somewhere in the background

Gargi Khair
Tue 5th May 2026 06:43
Wow!!