my heart beat isn't my own its my depression hearing a echo of someone closes and filling my empty hollow chest with whatever it can fine to go by and pass as "normal"

 to be oblivious to the crowed everyday I hope not to be noticed if I am found in the sea of people my anxiety say run hide but how is "anxiety "

the world will ask in aw as if only a rare condition teenage girls get when they think they are not pretty or funny or smart anxiety can go one or days listing the slight detail to why you aren't perfect but 1 person out their wont see those meniscal detail because one day they are destined to be your forever but what is "love" (baby don't hurt me not more sorry I had to)

 is something anxiety and depression wont let a person have when I try to explain my anxiety or depression to my friends they respond with

 "I don't get it " I reply slowly "cant you see neither can I" 

they look at my in silence not know what to do because I am a quit girl and they never heard me speak out of turn anxiety then realizes its being noticed "blend hide run" are the last things running through my head as I fall back and hit the floor