I’ve told myself so many times to cut people slack
but I tend to forget the scissors.

I’ve tried dumping into the garbage truck
but the trash made me sick.

I’ve given people a terminal disease
but they seem to heal.

I sunk into my sit trying to breathe normally.
Is this asthma?
Why am I running out of air?
Is this anxiety?
Why does my heart beat so fast?
My thoughts seem to overflow
but the words are not nice to be spoken.
I clinched my teeth, bite my tongue.
I even held my breath for a second.

I counted.
One… two… three.
Breathe in, breathe out.
I counted again.
One, two, three.
And I roared like an angry lion.

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