No such crutch, atrocious really
Thinking about it some more I had to have been terribly steely
They say that I shouldn’t think about it too much, end up finding myself using it for an all too mental crutch
It took me down in the most unforgiving fashion
I call it severe Obsessive Compulsive Disorder with a sense of unrelenting passion
I must not let it come back again or else I’ll be trapped, energy sapped owing to the constant fear
Friends, they still leer, a makeshift smile if only for a while
Wondering which way my immature mind will steer
I’m scared because it’s all new to me
Hmm, what will it be?
Perhaps that lavish book deal, a life where each and every morning I step from my bed it feels realer than real

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