The sun is almost up,
And it seems like
This is the last hour before
Hope is restored.

Three passed,
But this number reminds me
Why I am not free
This number is what they call
"A product of anxiety"
You see,
You don't see me
Or my fear of these.
This isn't just anxiety
This is my life.
These are my fears
That my mind has possessed
And dressed
And completely stripped me
Of all of sanity