To allow the fear to come on you and then pass through. If you keep cutting the fear off by intervening - let's say, taking a Xanax to try to cure it - you'll never understand what fear is really for. Fear is part of a survival mechanism. The way you conquer fear is to feel it all the way, and then you'll find out that there's nothing there - it's just emotion.
AND I MIGHT GO IN, WHEN THE NIGHT KICKED IN AND THE MOON IS LIT, AND I'M COVERED IN SINS AND I WANNA CONFESS, BUT IT AIN'T NO PREACHER TO FORGIVE CAUSE I GOTTA LIVE WITH WHAT I'VE DONE TO THE ONES THAT WANNA BETRAY ME MOST OF THEM BLIND WANNA, BUT CAN'T SEE LOOKING AT MY SHINE, THEY WANNA MISTAKE ME FOR BEING SOMEBODY THAT GIVE A FUCK IF THEY BLEED WHEN I PUSH MY KNIFE IN SOMEONE'S LIFE AND IT GETS ME HYPE, AND I FEEL THAT DEATH AND I WANNA HANG ONTO THAT HIGH, I'M GONNA TAKE IT OUT YOUR FLESH I GO WAY TO THE RIGHT, IN THE DARK IN THE NIGHT BUT THE HATERS WANT ME TO GO LEFT I JUST DIP TO THIS SICK SHIT, WITH A QUICK FLICK I COULD RAZOR BLADE THAT NECK I GET A RISE OFF SHOCKIN' SEX, I GET A HIGH OFF POPPIN' TECH'S I WANNA DIE IN A GUN FIGHT WITH THE POLICE, WHEN I'M NOT ON MY XANAX I WANNA KILL WITH NO REGRET, I WANNA FEEL LIKE I'M THE SHIT I WANNA PLAY THE HAND I GET, OUTSIDE THE HOUSE IN VAN I SIT WITH A KNIFE AND CRMINIAL MINDFUCK, I CAN'T MAKE MY MIND UP BREAK IN FROM THE FRONT, OR SHOULD I SNEAK IN FROM BEHIND THEM POLICE WANNA REWIND THE, CD THAT IS MINE CAUSE THEY BELIEVE I DO THIS SHIT, I'VE WRITTEN IN MY RHYME BOOK - IT'S TRUE
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The nutritionist said I should eat root vegetables. Said if I could get down thirteen turnips a day I would be grounded, rooted. Said my head would not keep flying away to where the darkness lives. The psychic told me my heart carries too much weight. Said for twenty dollars she'd tell me what to do. I handed her the twenty. She said, 'Stop worrying, darling. You will find a good man soon.' The first psycho therapist told me to spend three hours each day sitting in a dark closet with my eyes closed and ears plugged. I tried it once but couldn't stop thinking about how gay it was to be sitting in the closet. The yogi told me to stretch everything but the truth. Said to focus on the out breath. Said everyone finds happiness when they care more about what they give than what they get. The pharmacist said, 'Lexapro, Lamicatl, Lithium, Xanax.' The doctor said an anti-psychotic might help me forget what the trauma said. The trauma said, 'Don't write these poems. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.' But my bones said, 'Tyler Clementi jumped from the George Washington Bridge into the Hudson River convinced he was entirely alone.' My bones said, 'Write the poems.