It’s a disconnect, a disturbance of turbulent thoughts and screams and whispers taking over my mind.
I can’t focus. I can’t breathe. My facial expression remains neutral while I feel the panic rushing through my veins.
I smile politely at a passerby while I sit at my desk staring into nothingness.
I want to go home.
I want to disappear from the world, even it was for a little bit.
So much is expected of me.
So much is needed from me.
So much is wanted from me.