so we’re here again, you.
sitting in the chair,
everything spiraling around you.
everything’s terrifying, isn’t it?
all those anxious little thoughts just
plinkplinkplinking
all over your skin, little droplets of
pain and agony.
and it’s the most senseless thoughts running rancor.
you’ve reset the world, boy.
life is meaningless, kid.
you’re demented, pal.
it’s all going to end soon.
every second another terrifying thought,
every minute another wellness check,
every hour a panic attack, tears,
every day’s end finding brief respite,
simply because the mind eventually runs out of steam to
worry.
why can’t we be we again, you?
could we be me again soon?
it’s not me, but it’s not you.
it’s us, we’ve got room for two in this tomb.
we could dance the tango in bloom,
and cast out this everpresent gloom,
doom.
sometimes, when you cast yourself aside,
and leave yourself alone with yourself,
all you’re really left with is fear.
the only glimmer in the box i can provide,
is that if you take it one day at a time,
you’ll see you peeking inside.
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