I feel it,
It lies within,
not in the outer,
It\'s the thought of being indebted,
It eats the inner,
It lives within,
I feel it,
It brings the hands in a grip,
Rips,a sheet apart,
Smudge,in but not out of lips,
It\'s like games of cards,
But with a code of zip,
I feel it,
It\'s not from within,
It\'s a pain of no gain,
When the lane has no chin,
Its like making a chain,
But afraid of being tangled