I have a myriad of problems
Running through my brain
And for so long I've tried to ignore them
And when the alarm clock goes off
I want to roll over and snore
But I can't...
There is a series of problems in the world
For the world is potent
And I am socially anxious as well
Behold all the people who are just like me
For they are desperate to stay in their homes
And do this wonderful thing called nothing
I feel anxious all the time
And I don't know why,
And why am I scared of people?
Why am I afraid of the world at large?
For I can't deal with this
The broken rag doll strikes again!
I want to run in the middle of the street
And take my own life...
How beautiful it is when my heart pounds again
In the midst of my broken father,
A broken father who may have anxiety himself
A broken father I've never known
And in today's world
That is a crime,
A crime that cannot be solved
At least not intelligently
For the world is an open space full of bullies
Lurking around
And looking for their next victim
Who can save a broken rag doll from this life?
At least I don't have to whisper no more!
- Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 5th, 2024 20:05
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 8
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