My fears tho strange and odd, through unusual means begin,
but this unique fresh terror most truly wins,three
letters are my fear, i cant express with words, i am a
child again, silent screams aren't heard. an acronym
thought harmless, unless set in stone, it renders me
immobile with this I'm not alone, it makes me want to run
and hide, it makes me want to fight,and if i acted
brave, i lied, but kept my lips sealed tight.
i feel like a mouse caught in a trap, a bug under its
shoe, a wingless fly, i cannot lie,my terror wears a
suit. oh cunning fear, sly devil thee, making me feel a
fool, though made for good evil rules ye, revenge's
surest tool.
