O Amy, what is wrong with me?
I jump at the slightest sound.
My heart races, and I can’t slow it down.
I clinch my jaw and bite my nails.
Nobody understands why I’m going off the rails.
Nobody understands, I don’t like it either.
I want to crawl out of my own skin.
Shed that life behind me, and start over again.
I long to feel anchored. I want to feel secure.
But, I will leave, of that I am sure.
Fight or flight, that is all I know.
It’s deep within, no matter how much I grow.
O Amy, you were designed to save me.
Nobody understands, you’re also what is killing me.
O Amy, why can’t you see what you are doing to me?
Please stop. I am safe now.
I am throwing out my anchor.
I don’t want to fight or flight anymore.
O Amy, why can’t you see?
You are no longer valuable to me.
I am down on my knees,
Begging you please,
O Amy, let me be.
O-veractive Amy-gdala by Christy Heiskala