Anxiety Self Help

The sun has been asleep now
for about 4 hours straight
The clock is screaming, "midnight!"
and another wasted day
So it's time again to realize
the character I play
that misanthropic Cinderella
who's company you hate

I know I'm just a pumpkin now
tempus fugit, seize the day,
But I'll never let them get me
So inside I'll waste away

Unlace the ballgown carefully
so you can see my bones
It's the skin I show to everyone;
this corpse i call my home
It's rotting from the inside-out
from being all alone
with all the mice and memories
and that deafening dialtone

So when i tie up glass shoes
and that weight's too much to hold,
I'll leave this place, submit to fate
and my destiny'll be sold