I am a broken record when the anxiety starts
playing with my emotions.
A sad song stuck on repeat.
My mind is writing the lyrics to my own life story,
but the lyrics don’t sound like me.
They are just regretful stanzas, not the whole song
because I am determined not to repeat
the same choruses.
I try turning the volume down on my brain
and turning the volume up on my heart.
Maybe I can drown out my mistakes
with louder melodies.
My rhythm is too fast, I need to calm down.
Take a rest.
Tell myself to sing a different tune,
something upbeat, full of life.
I turn to our song and am calm in an instant.
You were the only one who could’ve changed
the song in my head.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.