25. Dangerous

 

A dangerous game we play,

While the demons within, we slay.

They raise their ugly heads,

And, the incurable disease spreads.

 

Anxiety manifests in ways,

And, many opinions it sways,

We do, what we don’t intend

And, sometimes, we can’t mend.

 

Still we play with the fire,

And risk catching the others’ ire.

We still hazard a chance,

And, in peril, we menace.