Frozen knuckles on your door
Am I just imagining it or
Is this where the road meets it's bend?
Or is it where we greet our end?
Trying to move but too distraught
Brain so twisted, drowned, and wrought
The outcome always is the same
But reality is something too insane
Canons firing in your mind
Your own thoughts have you confined
An endless war inside your head
This is where your fear has lead
Could this be a friendly face?
Surely that can't be the case
So you just cringe and hug your frame
Much too tired to play this game
All the while, standing outside
Your mother waits to come inside
Her entire life has gone askew
She knows your fear's consuming you
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