Postcard #17

What am I so scared of What's the worst that could happen Been awake all night Heard the rain tapping If something taps on the window In the middle of the night Just let it in alright Just let it in alright I couldn't even write about it in my diary Or shape the sound of the words So I tried sneaking up behind it Like the lion sneaks up on the herd If I just put this pen to this paper If I just change the labels on the salt and pepper shaker If I just trick myself into pouring it all out Just let it all out alright Just let it all out If you just say its name Three times in front of the mirror Its pale face will appear Grinning in the corner And you turn around And you study its particulars You say Is that what I was scared of Fucking ridiculous It's fucking ridiculous It's all in your head It's all in your head It's all in your head It's all in your head It's all in your head It's all in your head It's all in your head It's all in your head