The Unknown

The fear that grips your heart Sets it racing so fast And you clutch to the hope That nothings going to happen A call not answered, a door not opened The unspoken, the unsaid terrifies me As I firmly tell myself to not much use Don't panic, you're just paranoid And yet in the corner of my mind My thoughts whirl and churn No one assumes the worst But it still happens No one predicts disaster But it happens, more often than not The only thing that stops me From living in this constant fear Is that treacherous being hope Highly illusory yet intoxicating It is the only medication For this paranoia.