Feed Us Fear!
All of time my dear!
I know you think that you are just looking out for us.
Putting us on the anixety bus.
All in a big rush.
Our energy is all a mush.
Force feed that fear!
Among all the peers.
Like the grass it grows.
It runs wild and hasn’t seen a mow.
Keep trying to feed me the fear.
Try to bring me to constant tears.
Push me around; I am in no rush.
Because I am not riding on your anixety bus.
I see that it all a big mush.
Forget about the pressure from peers.
I will not be constantly eating the fear.
I need to pull it out at the roots.
I am giving it the boot.
You can keep trying my dear!
You will not feed me the fear!