It is the name we give
When we don't know what else to call it
It makes the most sane people
Cross corners in their minds
Sometimes others,
don't know how to react to it
So they take others down
With them
Most take themselves
Because they think
Someone else will
For those who are lucky
Escape from it
But still have moments
Where they think their unsafe
But they keep going
Like everything is all right
I'm lucky enough
To call myself that
A person who tosses
And turns in bed
And thinks of all posibilities
A pretender, what some may call
Does it matter though?
We all fall into a category
But where?
Louise Batt
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fear-251/
