stop asking why i'm shaking.

I'm scared I'll never draw again
See first the pencil now the pen
These are the things I've implemen-
-ted in my art but in the end
it's useless
i can't do this
and i've kept the doctors
clueless
and
confused
with no name for what
i'm going through
"no,
we don't know
what's wrong with you"
I'm scared.

I miss having my friend around
but she's a different person now
And if I called my voice would sound
so weak and fulling of shaking now
but breaking down
has shown me how
i have outgrown
the mangled crown
the thorns and horns
pressed to my brow
that i unmade
to show me how
i'm not the thing i was
and now i'm scared.

have you ever been scared
you missed your shot
and now
your hope for hope is gone
I guess that's what i think of god
like we had plans and i forgot
to meet him at a coffee shop
and now he's wooing
the barrista
or the dry bones
in the valley way
while i'm stalled out
in the alley
way
away
from all the people
there's the church and there's the steeple
and there's me feeling scared.