Scared of Tomorrow
In the dark of my room, the specters shows the face
of my imagination’s worst possible scenarios; they freeze me in place
I fight a losing battle with my darkest thoughts
It’s like I’m chasing a ghost that refuses to be caught
Not seeing it clearly is so much worse
than seeing what it really is and dealing with what, of coarse
It grows and grows in my mind, till it’s this ferocious beast
that looms over me with blood-red eyes, and then it will cease
to be something that I can solve
It grows more terrible, until it evolves
into a hopeless situation that I cannot defeat
It just sits there and grinds away; it won’t let me be
With each pass through my brain the what-ifs change around
until they’re insurmountable, and then they’ll drag me down
Even as I think of them I realize what I do,
but that realization doesn’t help; each what-if is a new,
even higher wall that towers over my head
Impossible to climb, they fill me with dread
For that reason, I’m scared of tomorrow
For what’s to come next, I just don’t know
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