my fingertips tremble with fear and confusion
i turn from the thing i'm scared of --
but not because i'm brave
not because i'm brave
but because i'm everything but.
i just pretend i'm turning to look at something,
but i know the truth
and it's undoing the seams of my steadiness
i'm afraid i'm afraid i'm afraid
i find that with every corner i take,
every where i look
it's hiding behind the curtains
and in the green hedges
and in the things i dearly love.
i'm afraid and i don't know what to do
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