I worry myself... poem

I worry about my life sometimes...

going to have a daughter and all.. which she will be a twin with a brother, and older brother.

i worry that my son who is two years old will not be nice to them.

he worry's me a lot, he act like he understand by saying "babies." when he touches my belly, but does he really understand what is going on.

i worry to much, is what i'm told...

but that's a mothers job to worry and care about her young one's, to keep them safe and happy.

but, i do feel that sometimes...i put this worry on to him and he can tell when i'm scared... i just wish i could stay happy and not scared. my life is changing so much, but in a good way.

i worry myself to a break point at times, which i have to tell myself.

"worry not what comes, worry what is and not them."

but this don't help at all, i just make myself look fine when inside, i yell and scream at nothing..

this yelling and scream inside is hiding the real story of me...

i do try to help myself, but fail everytime which is why i get help and it works.

when i see people look at me, i though they are judging what they see and not what they can learn from me or hear me say...

i worry myself, which i'm ok with..i don't need anyone to tell me to get help.. when that are what friends are for.