I press my bitten nails into my palms
As she speaks, as to not betray
The fact I am two milimeters
From breaking down completely.
I wish I wasn't so emotional,
And I could interpret situations
Without my heart racing
Or my mouth being dry
I have this innate need
To know everything
And to act on it:
Compartmentalizing my life.
I'm preparing for the worst:
Why can't I ever be an optimist
And not an overthinking realist
Ready to catch my fall already.
