Paper Tigers

Paper Tigers

My thoughts are paper tigers
That stalk me in my sleep.
I try to block them out,
But every minute you don’t call
They get more and more restless.
I wear them like a bracelet on my wrist,
But they’re more like shackles
And I’m never free.
My tigers have betrayed me.
They keep telling me things I don’t want to know
And laughing at my fears.
I know it’s irrational to believe
That we’re going to work it out completely,
That my thoughts will ever settle down.
They make me restless with worry.
Every moment I’m not with you,
The tigers are telling me you’re with someone else,
And you’re not thinking of me at all.
I’ll pounce on my thoughts
And silent their roars.