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.
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