PIT OF DOOM
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What unexplained anxiety is to me

PIT OF DOOM

Ever since I can remember Dread has become an extension of my soul; Present in the pit of my stomach, From where it enforcers it’s control.

My childhood memories, Of trips to the beach and outings with friends, Are always marred by a terror I cannot comprehend.

When you are an anxious child It is difficult to explain; Most think you’re shy or difficult, As opposed to in emotional pain Often I was scolded For being alone in my room; And I too didn’t understand Why people and places, to me, meant doom.

I think it is one thing to fear Spiders, guns and things that exist, But to not know what it is you fear Makes it impossible to exist.

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