Living in Fear
By Poisoned Perfection
You've got me all prickly
Paranoid and sickly
I'm scared of your cries
Got me scared of your eyes
I'm scared of your rapists
Disturbed by your racists
Freaked out by your nympho's
Scared for your schizo's
Codemned by your lovers
I hid under the covers
You could make me fear God
But your must think me odd
I look you dead in the face
Hope you don't have me on tape
I flinch at affection
Couples make me anxious
Confused by your feminists
But I resent your sexists
It's pitiful isn't it
I may never know what tempts this
Chronic cautiousness
I could sit here counting atom bombs
Babbling on and on
About what I fell upon
And how
I'm fearful of
Existence
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Copyright 2005 Poisoned Perfection
Published on Wednesday, April 27, 2005.
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On Wednesday, April 27, 2005, shadowsinthelight
(146) wrote:
Ahh, aren't phobias and paranoia wonderful things? I don't mean to frighten you but, I AM STANDING BEHIND YOU RIGHT NOW! Hah, made you look. Nice write, S.
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A former member wrote:
bondage and sin ah all four in one, bravo
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On Wednesday, April 27, 2005, Poisoned Perfection
(3) wrote:
I know how this sounds ,but you mothafuckas been scaring the shit out of me recently