This constant searching,
The questions without answers,
Drive me mad at times.
I cannot keep in all the wondering
And all the fear.
But more than the unknown disasters
That I ponder in the midst of the night,
I fear vulnerability,
I fear opening myself up,
Only to be taken advantage of.
I cannot contain the anxiety,
So I write it down on paper,
Hoping to soothe the sorrow,
And write away the pain.
But it never works.
So all I end up with
Is a list of all my problems
So that anytime I forget,
They're all here to remind me.
