M.A.D. Works

When voices rise, I feel unsafe,

Uncertain of what to do next.

Tears gather quietly in my eyes.

Anxiety surges, overtaking every thought.

Nothing so far has soothed me.

I want to run, to escape,

But I must stay—my work remains unfinished.

Messages from home stir new worries,

Nowhere to hide, not even for a minute,

I call someone—at first, they dismiss me, but eventually, they come around.

Still, feelings linger, though they slowly fade,

But they are not truly gone,

I need to hold on, to see how the rest of the day unfolds.

I will call my therapist.