Part 1

Do not listen to them, my dears.

Help me with my work instead.

Hear, help me collect the fears.

 

Do not let them see your tears,

Watch them dream what they’ve been fed.

Do not listen to them, my dears.

 

Help me build with these gears,

What will plague them in their bed.

Hear, help me collect the fears.

 

And with these nightmares of your “peers”,

You can turn their hearts to lead.

Do not listen to them, my dears.

 

For they are full of empty leers,

But you are mine, as I have said.

Hear, help me collect the fears.

 

Listen now with open ears,

You will live long after they are dead.

Do not listen to them, my dears.

Hear, help me collect the fears. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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