Triggers: Anxiety

She hears. She sits and hears and hears and hears and hears.

Until, at last, she breaks and she listens.

The whispers turn to screams, shoving lies down her ears.

On the outside, she stares unblinking.

But on the inside, she drowns in the voices.

She is a shell of herself.

The blank glaze over her eyes is proof that she isn't there. Not really.

Her eyes see only a wall, but her mind whirls with vision.

Her mind sees the bracelets she never gave him.

Every text she shouldn't have sent.

Every fault that makes her unworthy.

The face of his first one and only.

The deformity of her body.

Everything she ever did wrong pierces her skin, down to her soul, like a whirlwind of daggers.

And then she hears her name and turns on the Cheshire cat smile.

Life flicks into her eyes, but she knows it's built on lies.

Because no matter how hard she tries, she she can't escape from her own mind.