Why does fear exist?
When there is nothing to be feared?
Why do I feel like I have no control?
When it is my body to talk to and move?
The sickness builds within me
As I fight to take that step
One step forward and sickness threatens me
Threatens to drag me back
Mind wants to turn and run
Body wants to move forward
An invisible wall slowly killing me
Why do I fear something that doesn’t exist?
Unable to see the sense beneath the mist?
My body could turn and run if I wish
Yet my mind is telling me I am stuck and should be sick.
I just want to pull out the gun
And end all this mess