This staccato beat of my heart
Feels as foreign to me
As blue roses with green polka dots
What is this strange, off-putting feeling?
It doesn’t appear to be of service …
I can’t think a single coherent thought
My words seem a jumbled mess
At times the air leaves my body
And I’m left like some deer in the headlights
This makes not one bit of sense
I don’t like these sensations
Not one bit
Who would?
Are there really people out there
Who enjoy this invading insecurity?
Are there people who think it is nice?
They’re fools
There is no other explanation
To enjoy this possession,
This debilitating feeling …
Is complete and utter madness.
Written in August of 2010, in conclusion to one of my fanfic stories.
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