Anxious Fool

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  1. ThePhantomLady

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    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?
     
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