To walk alone, the growl of an unleashed dog,
In the dark of night with nobody else home.
A crowd of people watching as you attempt to speak,
Thoughts’ of the past, dreams’ of what yesterday may bring.
Crumble to the ground as the fear surrounds’ with no sound,
Do not cry, do not walk In circles, do not run, do not hide.
If eyes try to see through your windows’ of home,
Is It the thoughts’ In your mind or reality of the known.
Fear wears’ a face, It has a body and mind, It thinks’ and sees,
It remembers’ the painful monster, It Is you and me.