Try.

I drive myself insane.
Anxious clicking and whirring and spinning,
follows my frail mind's sprint.
A picture could tell a story
worth a thousand words,
but I have none to say,
not a question or statement.
I am too afraid.
I'd rather invest myself in
avoiding confrontation.
Avoiding honesty which
seems so necessary,
seems important and basic.
Fear takes its place at night,
between the speed of light
and my face in front of this screen.

I'm trying to let go.
I'm trying to give up the apprehension
and just say what I want.
But I know all too well,
That trying doesn't exist.
There is only doing, and not doing.
And I am not doing.
Far too much to lose;
You.
-A