The MIND🖤, FEAR and TENSION 🥺

To the days i choose no one, to the days i appear forgetful of pipoz good deeds and to the most silent days i look like i have never existed in some peoples lives, the most dark days that cause trauma in my little psyche may i be understood 🥺 may those few people patiently wait for my jovial times to return, am nt a bad person am just a young lady facing both mood and psyche issues....., again to the humans, the most formidable beings, God know how they negatively impact my emotions . When i arrived tardily and found the teacher already present,she interrogated me regarding the reason for my late arrival. I bit my lip, blinking fast, my throat tight. I wanted to shrink, to fade, to stop feeling this ache that bloomed every time someone made me feel like i didn’t belong. The world around me buzzed, bright and cruel, and i felt myself sinking deeper into silence.i couldn't say a word blank and void only having my eyes rotate within the socket than i knew i was in danger. She looked at me with a hard expression, judgmental eyes and a sound voice, i knew i was done.I pressed my palm to my chest, whispering into the hollow there, Maybe if I just disappear, it’ll stop hurting. It was now starting to sink down my emotions, i hated anythg that put me in the lights i hated how everyone looked at me and i hated anyone who sympathed with me whenever i was in a desperate moment 🥹A small sound A pencil rolled toward my foot.“Hey,” said a soft voice beside me “That looked like it hurt… Are you okay?”I looked up. Someone was finally looking at me not through me the warmth in their eyes was small, but it cracked the darkness just enough for me to breathe <a class="tc-blue" href="https://again.all" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">again.all </a> these happened in a minute time everythg happened in my head and i only come back to my senses when i heard Centinary who is actually my group member defend me telling the teacher how active i was in the group and how i positively contributed towards the group well being than the teacher responded "she even doesn't know the question her group is going to discuss am sure she was on her phone when the rest were discussing" and thats when i realized that she had actually asked me about my group task.... THE MIND FEAR AND TENSION i sat in the back row, where shadows swallowed sound. My classmates rippled through the room like a wave i could never ride.i had spoken once only once in her lessons they had talked over me , loud and careless, as if my voice was dust in the wind...... Till the end of everything i felt emotionally weak.

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