The older generations say it’s normal
When my heart stops in it’s own train tracks
Like it’s frozen in a time machine
My superiors say I’m overreacting
When my tongue falls loose of my mouth
And my lungs cry for air.
My educators say it happens to everyone
When I have to count my fingers
To remind myself that the numbness isn’t real.
My guides tell me I’m overreacting
When my vision goes black and is replaced with tears
To avoid the judgement of glaring eyes.
You’re just a kid, everyone said
Wait until you’re an adult, they all said
Everyone gets anxious, the adults said
It happens, they said.