Drowning in Sweat from Being Too Nervous About Things to Be Nervous About

Woke up, Looked around,
the room has changed
and yet is the same room.

A child,
that was what I was.
The bathroom,
simply a public bathroom,
was what it was.
An adult I am
haunted
by that bathroom
yet.

I play nice
now, fingers working
mind wandering
toward goals
of real identity:
Gods expression
of existence within me.
I act nice
now, children will not fear
me, women feel
no fear . Yet
should they?
I play nice
and under all
I see the hunger
still alive.
Can't do it,
can't love her yet,
if its you I can't love yet,
I'm sorry.

I may be still asleep.