With a start, I realize;
The fear has changed
It has become the fear of the future
Fear of change
Fear of being replaced
Fear of not belonging
It's the same old thing
But it has changed forms
And it is brutal
The anxiety is gnawing at my stomach
My legs feel numb
Face wet with tears
The sobs barely muffled
I wish I could get rid of it
I wish it couldn't grab hold of me
I don't know who to ask for help
I don't know who would listen
What do you do when you have a phone full of numbers, but you're too afraid to ask any of them for help?
I guess I'll sit with the fear
Or try to ignore how it makes my body feel heavy
Sometimes you have to deal with things alone
Even in the times you feel like falling apart
Even in the times you're gripped by overwhelming amounts of fear
Who you want to ask for help, is no longer an option to you
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Through My Looking Glass 🔬
RandomDie wêreld deur my oë, somtyds onderstebo. Ek skryf my siel uit, wanneer die trane die woorde na my stoep toe bring.
