I feel like I am walking
in the closet of skeletons from my past.
I have never felt so trapped or alone,
facing my fears in the darkness
is starting to make me nervous -
always on the look out
for monsters waiting to attack.
I don't think I can do this any more,
bursting into tears because I need you
to reassure me that it will get easier,
but needing you is breaking all the rules.
I'm scared of being alone inside this closet,
scared of what I will find if we dig a little deeper,
and I'm scared that you will abandon me here,
realising that you can't help this Panic Girl.
