Nurtotic thoughts
Deep breaths and handfulls of chamomile
This is the image of a human being, being weakend ever so tenderly to fear her anxiety as a downfall

The narcissists clap their hands as the show begins and they did not even have to say her name for her to acknowledge their attractive threats are summoning her to the floor

Her pulse now off the charts she dashes to center stage with a kind smile and hands open to receive her daily dose of verbal lashings and applause ,

but they are all too far away to notice that her left eye is twitching and her smile is slightly more off kilter , is she doubting ?

She reads her part as expected
They applaud her commitment to the part and she leaves the stage having left another part of herself with the audience

Anxiety ?
no this is not fear, shes angry alright but she breathes deep in surrender to its force perhaps addiction is more than just a physical stimulus
oh the obsessions ...

She drinks her flowery calming tea , but she cant run from her desire to keep going back
she could have ended this show ages ago
No one forced her to stay there...

But she didnt .....
She needed their attention
She didnt want to be forgotten....

Isn't that what they wanted her to feel ?

#poetry