I would put on break stuff
And stay quiet
Really quiet
Sit in the closet
All the lights off
Just--
Just do all the things
Or
Or
Create all the surroundings
That a child creates
When they
When they want to scare themselves
Or
Or
What I thought
Kids would be scared of
I wasn’t really--
I don’t remember being scared
Of anything really
I remember
I--
I remember
Almost wanting
To be scared of something
Because it didn’t seem norma
To be so fearless
At such a young age
And I even--
I even understood that
To a certain, uh
To a certain extent
But as I got older
I kept waiting
For the fear
To reveal itself
But it never did
And so--
And so I got scared
Of not being scared
I would go after everything
Anything
Anything
That seemed like
It might take me closer
To being afraid
And for some reason
There was a safety in that
There was some comfort
In getting all done up in fear
And then not feeling it
Not feeling the fear
And thinking
That it’s--
That it’s something
Like being numb
Even when, uh--
Even when
It’s nothing like that
It’s something that’s, uh--
It’s this tension
This anxiety
Knowing
That at any minute
Fear is going to show up
And finally
Finally
Get its hands on you
I remember being
Ten or eleven
And putting on ‘Break Stuff’
Turning it up so loud
Nobody was home
Nobody was home but me
And, uh--
I would turn it up so loud
And night would come
And nobody would show up
To take care of me
To watch out for me
I don’t know--
I don’t know
Where anybody was
I was just--
I was just always alone
I’d go into the smallest space
In the house
A closet
Or sometimes a cupboard
Under the sink of something
And the lights would be off
And the music was so loud
And I was sure
Something or someone
Was going to get me
So I sat there
And I waited for it
I just waited
And nothing ever came
I’d fall asleep there
Even with the music
And the yearning
The desire
For fear
I’d fall asleep waiting
Feeling like
I had nothing
To worry about
And wondering
Why
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