Mind vs. Matter
I scare myself
It’s not being good at being bad
Though that too plays in
It’s what happens within dreams
The reality and sin
It’s the reflection of what you fear
Thought up by your subconscious
It’s what makes you happiest
Too good to be true is suspicious
It‘s minor details of who you are brought to life
Tearing you from peace of mind
It’s a nightmare from the very start
Tiny differences that you can find
It’s laced with anxiety in a heavy marinade
Toughness can’t help you at this time
It’s the darkness that cuddles
Teasing your brain at bedtime
It’s the brain I never use
That scares myself the most
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