Brand New City

I should move

across the country

just to learn what it means

to be alone

because I can’t take this

constant struggle

between being home

and being happy

and I’m not quite sure

I remember

what it feels like

without this weight

buried deep inside my chest

Anxiety

I have become

Nothing

Attempting to become

Less nervous.

But now I don’t think

I don’t speak;

I am nothing.

I worry

For my future

But that just keeps the fire burning.

Is there an end?

Or am I the end?