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In the Words of Army of Goats, A Poke at a Villanelle

Titled: Anxious Thoughts

Oh, here they come!
“We’re gonna get you,” they scheme.
The heart in my chest continues to drum.

The closer they are, the louder they become.
Someone wake me up from this hellish dream.
Oh, here they come!

Where is the relief when I need some?
“You can’t do this,” they scream.
The heart in my chest continues to drum.

My body is numb.
There is nothing left of my self-esteem.
Oh, here they come!

I can’t take anymore, from all of this I will surely succumb.
“Yes, I will die and it will stop,” I gleam.
The heart in my chest continues to drum.

The pits of my mind are where they are from.
I created them, as bad as they seem.
Oh, here they come!
The heart in my chest continues to drum.

 

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I'm the girl that's named after the famous city of lights and cameras, but am too shy to talk to the kid sitting next to me in class. I'm the girl that blasts opera while I commute to and from school, but is in the crowds of rock shows on Friday nights. I'm the girl who can't draw to save her life, but takes beautiful pictures. I'm the girl who worries about everything, even when things aren't so bad. I can't be put in a box, so you want to know more? Read my work.

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