I cringe at the anxiety I get,
When I see you start to walk,
Nearer to me,
I do not want to talk.

And I claw at the walls,
Carpet, my clothing, and…
Skin,
Which was never quite,
Lily white,
In an effort to escape again.

I get the chills in a room alone,
If only I would have known,
That it would come down,
To never quite, being right.