Everyday someone will ask
How am I doing on this day
I'll say I'm fine through all tasks
But I'm not fine at all in any way
I'm constantly worried and afraid
I want my world to slow to a stop
I want time to become more delayed
It's going too fast to keep up top
To others, the inside of me is a mystery
And the currently known will be history
I will assure you all of one thing I know
I'm sad and afraid with nowhere to go
I'm on the brink of running away to hide
Because nothing right now is on my side