I'm running.
I'm running
And I'm terrified
And I can't look back
To see
What's behind me
And it's dark
And I don't know
Where I am
Where am I
I'm lost!
I'm lost.
This twisting path
Darts in and out of the trees
And something follows me
Dark night
Bright eyes
And I can't decide
To live or die
Surrender or run
And I'm running
And why am I running
Because, yea
I don't want
To be here
But where am I going to go
That's anywhere else?
Anywhere else.
I'd go anywhere else
But here
God, here
Here where I don't know
Who I am
What I'm doing
Why I'm doing it
Why I'm here
Why I fear
What I can't see
Or hear
Or feel
I just know
That it is there
But what is it
Why am I so scared
I'm so scared.
I'm so scared.
I'm scared of you
And me
And here
And there
And where
Where am I
Am I trapped
Am I free
Why is it dark?
Oh.
Hello.
How are you?
Yes, I'm fine.
Do you watch Steven Universe?
Oh.
What about Thomas Sanders?
Really? Awesome!
Have you seen all of Sanders Sides?
I know, he's just adorable!!
Yea, but he's not my favourite.
My favourite is obviously the most adorable of edgelords.
No, nothing happened today.
Panic attack? That seems pretty extreme.
I was just angry.
No, I don't get panic attacks. And if I did, they certainly wouldn't be connected to emotions like anger.
I mean, those are so different!
Well, I have homework to do.
Seeya later!
Of course I'll get it done, but I have to go.
Bye.
I've had this sitting here for a while, and I just decided to post it, because this is... different, from other poems that I've written. Please don't judge me too hard based on this.
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