Look at Me

Don’t you dare look away Frailly attempting to conceal it That dull pain in your eyes No quantity of “I’m fine”s and “nevermind”s Can hide what’s lurking underneath it I see fears tentacles writing to keep you at bay Before you even speak I rehearse each word in my mind I know what you’ll say “But what if-” The rest is irrelevant It doesn’t matter the circumstance Your worry is restless Your perception is bent Just because there’s a chance of mishap A chance of failure Doesn’t mean you’re bound for it Or the statistics aren’t in your favor Your philosophy Expect the worst never get hurt Is gaping with holes If every moment is brimming with anxious anticipation There’s no room left for hope Therefore My philosophy Is Self-fulfilling prophecy Because if your muscles Are constantly tensing for the fall Then maybe when you hit the ground You’ll realize that’s what you wanted after all