Poems from Glassquerade
Anxiety is believing in magic.
If I move my hand the door will hold its lock.
When I tense every muscle in my body the pressure will stop...
I scream on paper to get it into the wind. I battle myself, neither of us win.
If half my brain is hystaria let the other be sence. They...
My secret?
The shoe won't fit.
Stand tall, hold your head, let a smile speak.
Stay quiet because princesses don't think. Don't think. Don't...