Blind-Eyed Fool

Company

I wake up every morning, my friends wake with me.

Don't get me wrong, they're great and all but...

They're too attached, they're draining

Sometimes they stay home, leaving me alone.

I speak to my friends, Anxiety speaks with me.

She's very pale, very thin, she shakes a lot, I think she should eat more, she says she'll throw up if she tries.

Sometimes Depression pokes his head in to see how I'm doing, he always knows when I try to hide from him.

He has olive skin, sad gray eyes, he bleeds a lot but he won't say why.

Fear is Anxieties' best friend, she interrupts me whenever she can.

Jealousy is another story, she's beautiful, her slender body and coiling hair. Her voice is like ice though, or that of a snake.

She rarely talks to me anymore though, for that, I'm glad.

Rage is a blind man, he speaks with hearty passion. He riles up those around him, just because he can

He seems to be around more and more often, but that's okay. He's handsome in has own charming way.

Passion is fiercely loyal, she'll drown you with her love. Her tanned skin, charcoal hair, and sharp nails make her hard to forget.

She likes to be the third wheel when I'm with my lover, often trying to give me advice. Anxiety's usually there with her though.

Sometimes my friends forget about me for a while and I'm left alone and empty, I don't mind it too much. They come back when they feel like it. I hope maybe one will stay with me for a while, though I won't say who. The others may bring Jealousy back.