Living in Constant Fear of Developing a Phobia.

Appraise these foundations you held together
with chewing gum and a little hope.
Free will is not to be taken lightly.
Strongly bound in what looks like glass,
yet it sheds a light not seen before.
It takes pain to learn the difference
between what’s what and weakness.
I know that you suffer from the end.
I have read it in the lines of your face.
Exit me, unnatural states of unnatural things.
A human shadow overcasting a brave new world
can only make you wish for a fitting end.
Crawl away and share the blame,
Misery keeps playing that same old head game.
Knives seem like a better friend,
So why not get yourself better acquainted?