I'm afraid for tomorrow
And for a thousand tomorrows from now.
Afraid for the kids who express anger with semis instead of words or even fists
And for the kids who are near them at the time.
For my mind
And my sanity
And my life.
I'm scared to death to walk outside
For fear of never coming back.
And I scare myself for feeling compelled
to keep three knives beneath my mattress.
I won't know how to feel
Or react
or breathe
or be
until the anger collapses upon itself.
Yeah, I can feel you on that. I'm a college student, and I've been feeling that word more often, almost to an unhealthy point. Questions of "could this be my last day?" while in the classroom. But you know, that question goes to anything in this life. I'm trying not to live that way. Great read.
