My Little Bag of Nerves

One moment I am happy and the other I am sad,

Please tell me oh god why I always feel like that.

Though I am really good at hiding away my pain,

But in the end of the day it might rupture one of my veins.

In the middle of the night I freak out like I am going to die,

Is it my head or my heart don’t know who’s telling me this lie?

Shortness of breath and heart beats so fast,

Feels like the coming breath is going to be my last.

Afraid of the night because I cannot have a sound sleep,

I never thought a small incident would upset me this deep.

They say you need to see a psychiatrist it will help you with your anxiety,

But I am too ashamed to face the judgements of the society.

Well neither I was a poet nor a storyteller,

It’s life which did me this huge favour.