It
Watch out….
Here IT comes
Running…
Sweating…
Screaming…
Tripping…
Trapped…
A panic begins to rush all over your body…
Questions of why and what…
Without answers
A dreaded fear flowing through your veins
Anxiety is what you suffer from
You’re alone
No one can help you
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to escape
Nowhere to feel safe
IT chases you down the halls,
Out the house,
Through the woods
IT will kill you
So what the hell is IT?
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