I’m sharing this room with my sleeping twin,
My cat, my books and my parent’s voices
Half-hushed from the kitchen and drifting in
Talking about how there isn’t a choice.
They talk about how life will be different
For the family, but that we’ll all adjust
To the things they say they can’t prevent
Because they’ve always pulled through when they must.
But what if they’re wrong and things fall apart?
The question’s spinning around in my head
It catches my breath and squeezes my heart
Holding me answerless here in my bed.
Quietly, silently, feeling scared tears
Drop from my eyes without shedding my fears.
Adjustment Disorder with Anxiety