Anxiety
I stare down this path in the wood,
I'd follow it if I could,
But I'm afraid and alone,
Sadly I turn to go home.
Every part of me wants to travel that lane,
But I don't think I could stand the pain,
Of new things I cannot see,
And what might become of me.
You think of me with scorn and laugh,
For turning my back on that path,
Things aren't that simple you see,
Because everything I see scares me.
If I could change I would,
And take that path in the wood,
To find new things there for me,
Perhaps then I would be happy....
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