Concept Of A Prototype Of Me Poem by Dan Brown

This big, bad world around me.
And all I have for protection
is my sanity and my words.
I’m losing control over both
at an alarming rate.
I fill up with fear, not hate.
Big, blue eyes look around me.
They see no reason to smile.
Instead, they look into my stomach,
and watch it slowly flooding with bile.
This big, bad world around me.
Scares me.
I don’t want to face it any more.
So I slowly, but surely, start to withdraw.