trust

"Who do you trust?"

The question rings out in the confines of my head, but I have no answer to its questioning knoll.

I don't know who I truly trust with the things in my head and in my heart.

There aren't arms I can curl up in as I grip tightly, letting my worry flow out of me...

There isn't anyone whose voice particularly soothes me when I panic.

And panic I do. I write instead of doing. I panic instead of working. I distract myself instead of focusing. I focus on all the wrong things.

What a guy.