What It Is To Be Me
My arms wrapped around tightly
My life is all so frightening.
My eyes squeezed shut
It was never a question of luck.
My legs kicking fiercely
The pain nearly kills me.
Inhale, kick, squeeze
No one there to hold me.
Holding my breath forever
Failing in every endeavor.
My heart beating with a scare
Closing in with no air.
Inhale, kick, shake
All those I forsake.
Fist in a ball
Then it’s in the wall.
Why, why, why
Invisible if I hide.
My body collapsing inside
No longer a place to hide.
Inhale, shake, kick
There goes another tick.
Fear, fear, fear
What did you overhear?
Muscles flexed
What’s coming next?
Exhale, stop, listen
Your life is not to be questioned.
Your arms wrapped around tightly
Your life is all so frightening.
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