Ridding Myself

Drown out all the pain

Of people on the brain

They’ll become but a haze

In my memory maze

Burn out all the fear

That my end is near

Then I won’t worry

That people will have the burden of me to bury

Freeze out all the cries

That what I say isn’t lies

Maybe then they’ll trust

That what I say is just

Cut out all the despair

At my atrocious social fear

Maybe then I will suffice

Wouldn’t that lie be nice