The Plan

Fear, fear always lingering near me,

Wouldn’t it be nice if you would let me be?

Always at the depths of my heart making it eerie,

So uneasy, even when nothing happening,

My heart pumping with a fear that is unseen,

While my eyes tremble,

and as I speak, mumble.

regressing my position—be it at work or with others,

making it worse when you claim victory,

While I regret pure agony.

Even in the quiet,

As people doing their own thing,

Struck with fear,

The mind not exactly thinking,

Nor quiet, a circus!

The heart feels like its pumping too fast,

Waking up the napping anxiety,

Causing the head to ache a sharp ache,

Will I ever be confident and be away from you?

A wretched disease,

I hate to think, you too, a part of me?

Even if I can’t get rid of you,

Silencing you would bring such relief.

Here I am, saying my prayers,

Afraid of deeds involving others.

Hopeful that the boss won’t ask me to do anything,

While fear grows and the mind unease.

Such is the life,

In fear constantly,

No, I don’t know,

I pray and hope,

While I educate myself,

With knowledge and information,

As to not let you take over me,

This too I will survive,

In no vain,
This is the plan.