Questions drift into my head

Pondering everything that's said

Is this pity pushing shame?

Or is the an attempt to recover all that's sane

Blue green worlds grip a man this way

My greatest fear is this all will stay

Helping hands nudge me to the edge

If you ask if I'm all right one more time I'll flex and react

I'm trapped inside my own head

I used to look into their eyes

While walking by

But now my paranoia grins

Will they see the angst within?

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WAIT NOW! Sunrise?

I'll be all right!!!