fear
it consumes me
a staple of its cuisine
of shattered minds and broken hearts
clumping things together,
yet pulling them apart

like a toddler,
it runs through
and smashes everything
your wishes,
your dreams,
everything
has now become fear

it yells "mine!"
you respond. "no, mine!"
who is in control?
the more you question, the more you're answered
as wonder turns into worry
your lenses tinted rose
perspective gone blurry
finally, you know
that this feeling,
this primitive feeling,
was designed to keep you alive.
but all it does
is tear you down
and makes you want to die.

You stare at your reflection.
It stares back at you too.
"You're a failure." It says.
You reply. "No, you."

i can't see them
the stars
i've left them for the city
as for cheaters never prosper
i've abandoned my dreams for someone else's
and all i have left
is to gaze at the lampost
as it flickers away

Going on walks I find so may pennies,
Where do they come from?
Do people have that many pennies?
Do people DROP that many pennies?
Maybe angels through them down to cheer me up.
They see me feeling blue, so the drop a penny or two.
When your feeling sad, you usually look down,
Maybe you take a walk,
And angels through down those pennies,
To make you feel,
A
Little
Bit
Better.