Poems from Lye in Weight
We are the poets
We are the roads less travelled and
People who fall up
We are the poets
We are the wherefore art thous and
The midnight...
Screaming hurts
But I need to
They can't hear me
But still
They have to
I've been trapped
Too long
I feel my breath leaving
I have to...
I need to get it off my chest
To whine and scream and cry
But then I here about Russia, or my friend's family life
And my problems are...
Agoraphobia
Fear of large crowds
I'm pressed up against them, and I can't
Anxiety
Unpleasant state of inner turmoil
I can't help but think...
I don't want the silence
But it comes crawling in
Into my ears, and
I can't help but reflect upon
Myself
I try to stop it
But I can't help...