Please, shut the door. I do not want to participate In a world where beauty comes Before brains, and people Dominate animals. I am having a hard time Accepting I am painfully real In a harshly fake world And I can't sleep without The security of the next day Being better; I haven't slept in Two years. You can hang Your clothes to dry on the bags Under my eyes because they Nearly touch the ground. The fluoride I swish around In my mouth isn't ridding your Taste from my body and I Can't stop having anxiety attacks Every time I smell peppermint. I am afraid of you; I know you can Crush my soul like an empty soda can And leave me out in the street. I have been trampled too many times I can no longer trust sidewalks. I walk in the middle of the road, Because I know being hit by a truck Could not possibly hurt worse Than watching you leave.