I can’t be left with time,
For when I pause to take a breath I am more aware of everything,
And for me, this is bad
This is very, very bad.
I am the monster of my own mind,
I create the whispers that aren’t there,
And I feel the stares of invisible eyes,
My stress is like yours, but mine has the power to control me if I am not careful
If I don’t breath it will take over, but I will be blissfully unaware,
if I do breath it could take over if it dares,
But please do not make me talk about it,
For if you do I will worry even more,
My love, you help me without trying by being the way you are

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