May 30, 2011
By Anonymous

It comes in fast
And leaves really slow
It soon becomes vast
And most always shows
It finds us when we’re weak
Also when we’re strong
It finds us at our peak
And doesn’t wait long
Soon our mind races
We don’t know where we are
You can see it on their faces
Even from afar
It comes so fast
You don’t soon realize
It hopes to last
Is the same as stage fright butterflies
Empty or full
It replaces our feelings
It makes us feel dull
And leaves no time for healing
Though possible to overcome
It is most times never done

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