Each moment a button to sound the alarm
Each corner potential for danger and harm
Each verbal exchange potential for ruin
Each day a towel that should have been threw in
Each night full of hours replaying my day
What did I do what did I say?
Did I exile myself from all that I know
Is tomorrow a bomb just waiting to blow
What if they find out I don’t know what I’m doing
What if my next move is catastrophe brewing
How can I sleep knowing what may be coming
What gives it the power to which I’m succumbing
I cannot control it, ‘cause it controls me
I want more than anything just to be free
Not to worry or ruminate on my mistakes
Not to panic ‘til driven to sweating and shakes
No way to be clear on just what I feel
Some don’t even think these feelings are real
That they are excuses for sitting at home
That I’m lazy not that I feel trapped in a gloam
Please be patient with me, I’m trying my best
It’s so hard with this weight that lives in my chest
If I reach out just try to lend me a hand
And if I don’t, I hope that you understand
The Mewriginal 
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