The Other Shoe

I am scared. Insecure. Paranoid, though maybe my fears might turn out to be justified. Lord knows it's happened more than once.

So maybe that's why i am what i am. And why right now, i feel the way i do.

Funny how it almost seems unfamiliar now. Wasn't too long ago that this cliche played itself out.

I'm clutching my heart. Hard. And i won't let go until you tell me that there is no other shoe to drop.