Why is it so easy for me To let go of the things that I see? Why am I always a step away, not near, repeatedly living in fear? While the noise shrinks the room casting me into a shell, my anxiety beginnings to smell. The tension cracks the wall, I know no one knows. And the current state is worse than the last. It's all hidden in the dust. Why is it so easy for me to live without knowing who to be?