Half Moon Circles
My chest pinches
in an uncomfortable way
the air will not flow right
slowly seeping out
and leaving me breathless
Tears begin to collect,
from the pain,
the pressure,
that is bubbling in my chest.
I can't cry.
Must not let them see me cry.
Must not let them see me cry.
Distract.
Distract.
I need another pain.
One that will make
theses thoughts go away.
I grab my hand and silently
fold them in my lap.
No one can see-
under my desk.
The nails digging
into my flesh.
The gasping noise,
the bubble of panic
that was about to burst
stays within.
The pain feels nice.
Different from the tightness
that was in my chest.
I look down and see
bloody half moon circles
all over my hand.
They remind me all day-
of what I am.