I keep feeling uneasy when passing under rotten bridges
as though they'd collapse down onto my head.
I keep feeling queasy whenever I peer in full fridges
as though the food would swallow me whole instead.
I feel a deep anxiety
about my role in society
and where I will fit.
I feel a deep anxiety
about this ill-formed society
and my obligation to live in it.
I keep feeling lost whenever I enter a room
as though every stranger is hostile.
I keep feeling a growing sense of gritted gloom
every time I must force a pseudo-friendly smile.
I feel a deep anxiety
about my role in society
and where I will fit.
I feel a deep anxiety
about this ill-formed society
and my obligation to live in it.
I keep feeling a filthy, feculent shame
every time I remember the subjects in my dreams.
I keep feeling as though everyone else is to blame
just because their reality is never what it seems.
I feel a deep anxiety
about my role in society
and where I will fit.
I feel a deep anxiety
about this ill-formed society
and my obligation to live in it.
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