Scared of Pride

What is it that makes you tick? So true to who you are that it makes us feel unworthy. I’m scared. Scared of what I may become. Scared of who I will be. Scared to find my truth, scared of me, and even you. Scared to be happy, scared to not know when we’re happy. Scared to know what’s true.

Fear

You express the desire, for a future amongst men. You provide such weight like I’m a father to your sin. Fear of the emotion that can slip on, fear that the heart will lose its vibe. Passion and pleasure don’t compare, to the intimacy and love that comes from being bare. Angels watch you as you sleep, the nightmare emerges when the silence creeps. Lost at sea where the mind goes to wonder, tears fall down like danger to a storm. Fighting to feel because who you say no, sexuality is a given but it doesn't make you feel whole.

Hatred to self because it doesn't come easy, to feel and hurt when it all has meaning. Confused about life that makes you suffer, feeling such sadness that I may not recover. So numb to reality and the torture it brings, chaos is what it feels like to shut up and breathe. The intrusions are nothing, but words to a page, once you wake up, you forgot the part you played. Self-harm in a way that can be unspoken, mind, body, and soul, poisoned by corruption.

Thoughts of doubt or unworthy clout, feeling like two people inhabit this body of drought. Searching for peace and happiness within, scared to be alone with nobody, not even mom or kid. Inner child abandoned at youth, traumatized and conditioned to find survival in a dead pool. Scared of you that you sabotage the truth, bring pain to you before others do.

Mental battle with the other in your head, fight for supremacy in the hope no one is dead. Back and forth you switch too often, you become the one that comes here often. Like a merry-go-round, you circle through emotion, and can't find yourself until your heart is broken. Isolation so nobody can meddle, cry yourself to sleep in hopes you no longer wake from this heavy metal. 

Heavy Artillery

What do you do when you feel so comfortable that you want to let it all out? You feel so strongly about the one you want, you torture yourself before feeling them brutally. You yearn for it true that you imagine yourself youthfully. Triggered by history you wish to be so forward, you don't want to impose when there's another looking. You hear the sounds and you make the rhyme, the jealous envy changes, with every line.

Talk to your peers to get some insight, learn the limits, and what you can do to mindfully prevent foresight. What to say when you know what will do, understood the assignment, and how to please a fool. Live on the edge or the way of fun, take yourself not so serious because you are more than none.

Surprising text that changes a perspective, fuels you up, or gains an initiative. Second chance theme to brew the flame. Know not to give up if it's all love and not fame. Desperate for attention but not so much, keeping the positivity so no one is clutch. Keep the peace and make everyone smile, because the true emotion is a pain when you're scared of everything, even a smile.

Want to love and want to feel, want to know when something is real. So much hurt, you're scared that you can't heal, Like pandora's box with sorrows of sadness that's for real. Send it all and cheer for some, maybe life is fine when there is none. You see such beauty that it brings out a smile, while tears fall over like the sadness of a clown. The detriment of melancholy that is without stare, so we all are here and we all care.