It's About A Time

It's about a time,

I didn't know I was sick.

It's about a time, 

I thought it was normal to breathe this quick.

It's about a time, 

I didn't know what anxiety meant.

It's about a time, 

I thought it was normal to go where I went.

I thought this is how hearts beat. 

It's normal, in my palms, this heat.

My outsides are icy cold, 

But my insides burn.

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I let out nervous laughs and pretend it's all right as my intestines churn.

I thought we all felt it.

The fear of speaking aloud.

I thought it was normal to have over my head this perpetual dark cloud.

Did I really not know?

That this neverending pit in my stomach was not a general trait? 

It's now finally time, 

I learn I have anxiety. 

But I'm afraid, it's way too late.