It's no big deal, I said
But it is, said she

Don't ask why I can't get out of bed
Nor why I don't charge my phone
And remain unreachable,
I leave people hanging

I do that a lot, I guess

Don't ask me why I need
Your approval
At every second
But simultaneously I do not care

It's scary out there;
Imagine this

I am trapped in a darkened room,
It could be a house, or a closet
But I don't feel like investigating

Just like you don't feel like commiserating
Or hearing my words speed up and become jumbled,

The way our eyes never meet
It's annoying

As is being here
I can't see where I'm going
I can't see where I am
So I choose not to move at all

There's a monster lurking in the walls
It's not so much a lurk;
I've known about him all along
The longer it takes for him to come
The more afraid I become

It's like an independent horror film,
A very independent horror film;

The monster is merely a
Distorted mess of spirit gum
And liquid latex
And the actor is unskilled yet;

The music that they edit in, it's getting louder
An ominous drone,
And the raucous screams of abused violins

It's not scary, it exists to place anxiety in my chest

But still I am afraid
I don't want to see it,
I don't want the camera to pan out and reveal
The truth, that the monster's real

I try to cover my eyes
But my hands, they are transparent

I always wanted
To disappear completely

Until it actually happened