Unseen Stress

Unseen Stress 

Everybody is looking at you, 

At me, 

At I. 

Waiting to go.

Radicality embracing their thoughts, 

Changing and controlling them. 

They start getting annoyed, 

Cross, angry, furious, 

Until they burst. 

 

They’re waiting for you to cross the road, 

For me, 

For I.

It takes so long.

For us years pass, 

But in reality, just a few seconds have flown by.

 

Once you reach the other side, relief takes over. 

You try to act normal as the cars start driving by,

As though nothing had ever happened.

Sam Guallar, June, 2025