living on the edge of my seat is no way to live
constant butterflies flap their wings in my chest
i don't know how to stop it all
how do i live without fear, how do i live with it
they say I'm brave
but i am constantly afraid
to turn a corner or a page
to say hello or goodbye
to shake hands or hold you close
to kiss you or push you away
i am afraid
anxious…….
living as a ghost of myself in a world of warm blooded people
tapping my toes and biting my fingertips
until they bleed
pulling at my lips until they burn
it hurts and theres no cure
i can't sit still, i can't wake up
those butterfly wings are going to fly me far away from here
and i am not not not coming back
if i can't live without fear
i will not live at all