I am a victim of my imagination
The ceiling light that hangs above me
Might drop upon my head
The kettle boiling on the stove top
Might start a house fire
My creaky old wood floor
Might cave in under my feet
Anxiousness creeps upon me stealthily like a thief
Robbing me off my sleep
Preying upon my thoughts
I go thru life
Walking on eggshells
On the outside I'm just like you
On the outside I just pretend to
"be Brave"