Magic Carpet

There’s a magic carpet beneath my feet which never lets me feel complete as soon as I’m stable and willing and able I find out my life was all a fable…a bedtime story made of lies fools me again in clever disguise and then that carpet starts to move with angry looks that disapprove of all that makes up who I am I can hear the doors begin to slam…one by one each mocking me,  laughing at my anxiety…I never know one day to next and never knowing makes me perplexed and then the carpet starts to shaking like my hands when I’m awaking, eyes are open but I want them shut, just DIE you butterflies in my gut….go away, leave me alone, be like everyone else that I’ve known.



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