I am getting really tired of this anxiety... I hate the world outside my door, Too many strange noises, Too many people I don't trust. I crawl home in the dark, Hoping no one sees, But if no one does, Could anybody help me? My mind plays tricks on me, Is that just a tree, Or am I just paranoid? Perhaps if I stay in bed, Staying under cover, I can pretend I am safe, Safe from the monsters, I myself invented, To make up reasons why, Why people had to be so cruel... I fondle plastic toys, Clinging to science and fiction, To slow down my heart, Before she runs away from me. But still the dread catches me, A cold hand squeezing my throat, Lying rigid, unable to scream, For I am an anxious fool, And they say it's natural for me, But is it right too?