Just Breathe

By Krisha Thapa

Just breathe.

I feel like the walls

are closing in on me.

Just breathe.

My shoulders feel heavy

and my head aches.

Just breathe.

It’s me against the world,

the world against me.

Just breathe.

My face is red

as all the moments I’ve dreaded

come back to haunt me once more.

Where do I go? I cannot flee.

What is this voice? I cannot see.

Where am I? And who is he?

What is this thing called anxiety?