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I am an irrational fear I bear claw at your beehive of a brain I’m ice crystallizing on the window of your mind I’ll insta-freeze your thoughts No amount of heat will get you going again Fight or flight But I make you always choose the latter I’m the elephant in the room hanging from above your head by Thimble thread I’m a taxi service Driving you up the wall Zig-zagging up the walls tearing you to and fro Never giving you respite from the whirl of anxiety until Crashing you straight into the ground A professional packager is part of what I am I’ll pack you so tight into the box There’s no air to fit in any crevice The trick is it’s a mime-made box of Your creation I’m the black sun to your planet Everything you do revolves around me I don’t get off light but **** all of yours away A tick on the underside of your spirit Leeching away your life till all that’s left are your broken bones I am the ghost in the mirror I am the shade in your stride I’m the monster under your bed And you cannot hide From me I am strong, I am fierce I am relentless, I am calamity I am the rock tied to your leg Pulling you under I am You.
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC
Anxiety
I am an irrational fear I bear claw at your beehive of a brain I’m ice crystallizing on the window of your mind I’ll insta-freeze your thoughts No amount of heat will get you going again Fight or flight But I make you always choose the latter I’m the elephant in the room hanging from above your head by Thimble thread I’m a taxi service Driving you up the wall Zig-zagging up the walls tearing you to and fro Never giving you respite from the whirl of anxiety until Crashing you straight into the ground A professional packager is part of what I am I’ll pack you so tight into the box There’s no air to fit in any crevice The trick is it’s a mime-made box of Your creation I’m the black sun to your planet Everything you do revolves around me I don’t get off light but **** all of yours away A tick on the underside of your spirit Leeching away your life till all that’s left are your broken bones I am the ghost in the mirror I am the shade in your stride I’m the monster under your bed And you cannot hide From me I am strong, I am fierce I am relentless, I am calamity I am the rock tied to your leg Pulling you under I am You.
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC
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