You could summarize my life
With words like terror and fear
I was always so anxious
And I seem to be a light-year
away from being free
Every day I face the torture
Going on under my skin
Like cloaked demons invading
Shaking all that's within
me, what you cannot see
It seems to be a part of my essence
Like I'm bent to worry
I've always been patient
But in the end, I want to bury
the life-style of dread
Hope seems to be slipping
Will I always carry this pain?
That I've tried so hard to loose
Will every future day contain
this inner torment?
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