When It Hits You

When it hits you,

It’s surprising,



And unwanted

It hits you like a wave of negative energy,

A wave of anxiety, stress and sadness

Your breath is stolen,

And you’re left with the heavy, uneasy kind,

That scorches your heart,

And sends sharp throbbing pains to your throat

When it hits you,

You feel incredibly embarrassed:

Of your red, wet eyes,

Of your salty, slowly- drying cheeks

You want to lock yourself away in stalls where no one can hear you cry

And by the time you come out of your chamber,

You fake a smile and make it seem like nothing happened,

Even though it’s one of the worst things to happen to you 


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