Mon, 08/11/2014 - 17:43 -- Malachi

On the outside, I am cold and restless

Afraid to step outward, scared of the light

I wear my social anxieties like a necklace

For fear of humanities blight

Upon my steel trap of a mind


On the inside I plead to be heard

My fears, overwhelming my needs

Just a laugh, just a word

I just need to plant my seeds









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