Hello

I'd say it's
          nice to meet you but
                                        it isn't

I'd much rather run run run run away
                       hide hide hide from you
                       die die so you won't-

Yes, I'm doing fine, I say, but can you see
            the lies behind my eyes?

A moment and then you are also doing okay because I remembered to ask and I am proud of myself for recalling the common courtesy

You see
      I have a monster

It's behind me, breathing down my neck-
        -do you see?

And if I make a wrong move it might kill me
          So it is better to say nothing at all

Even though there is a silence
        Even though you are frowning
                Even though you hate me
What if speaking will make it worse?
         What if speaking will make my monster-

I give my name.
But would it be weird to ask for yours?

I am trapped
Whirling, twirling, struggling
In the tornado some might call my thoughts
In the worry and doubt
I am trapped

You're walking away now
i guess i screwed up
i guess my monster won
as it always does

It watches
It lurks
It hurts

And I can never seem to escape it.