Panic box

I can learn my fancy words

be dignified to your delight

let all I know sink in below

And swallow for your sight

I can be your girl

sure you can count on me

because when I lie I make sure

it only hurts me


because now

I'm in the panic box

and it's closing in

Those false fancy words wound down

around my spinning head

and I'm crazy, and you know it

I'm a hypocrite. It shows.

I'm sorry for the twisted times

false reflections

messed up rhymes

seemingly deadly devotedness

and I'm sorry I'm not like you

I'm really quite picky, you see

to whom I hand my life to

and as I'm sitting here in this pew

I'm in the panic box

God help me.