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