it's true
i'm always frightened and nervous
afraid of everything from germs to heights to people
too high above the ground and i feel gut-wrenching terror
surrounded by strangers and i can't breathe
But no one can face fears like I can
I can climb trees and stand on a stage
I can do anything, no matter how frightening
because i'm always frightened
it's true
i'm always sad and lonely
i hate so much about myself
perhaps for no reason at all
Yet I have learned to see through the fog
Not merely the fog of depression; the fog of existing
without living
I can see the world in all of its forgotten splendor
Feel the coarse bark of a tree
(Which doesn't feel how you think it does, by the way)
I can run and yell and pick flowers
In my glorious insanity life is beautiful and free
i wasn't lying about the loneliness though
i am surrounded by beings too sane to join me in living
it's true
i'm in denial about the harshness of the world
i refuse to accept that everyone lies
And I love more truly and freely than any other
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