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I steel myself against their glares Everyone is watching me I can feel the crowd surge around me Everyone is watching Everyone can see me I duck my head I look at my hands Keep walking There are so many people now They're pressing in from all sides I try to move away But I'm trapped Loud chatter fills my ears They're talking They're talking about me A little girl is singing a song A young woman is sipping her coffee An elderly man watched me with concern I see my building I ignore the stares I bat away the hands grabbing at me I don't know what they want I break into a run I've pushed someone down This was a bad idea I know it was I shouldn't have come Why are they after me? Why are they staring? I breathe a sigh of relief I'm in the lobby It's empty The elevator doors slide open And he's there He's waiting for me His eyes are understanding He knows how to fix it I'm clawing at my neck I feel their stares imprinted on me He wraps me in his arms And whispers sweet nothings You're safe I'm safe Next time I'll go with you Next time...
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC
Paranoia
I steel myself against their glares Everyone is watching me I can feel the crowd surge around me Everyone is watching Everyone can see me I duck my head I look at my hands Keep walking There are so many people now They're pressing in from all sides I try to move away But I'm trapped Loud chatter fills my ears They're talking They're talking about me A little girl is singing a song A young woman is sipping her coffee An elderly man watched me with concern I see my building I ignore the stares I bat away the hands grabbing at me I don't know what they want I break into a run I've pushed someone down This was a bad idea I know it was I shouldn't have come Why are they after me? Why are they staring? I breathe a sigh of relief I'm in the lobby It's empty The elevator doors slide open And he's there He's waiting for me His eyes are understanding He knows how to fix it I'm clawing at my neck I feel their stares imprinted on me He wraps me in his arms And whispers sweet nothings You're safe I'm safe Next time I'll go with you Next time...
Fear comes in many forms. It manifests itself in many ways. I'm afraid of people. I am afraid of crowds. I am afraid.
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC
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