Fear and I

I am afraid.

I’m afraid of my mind In the nights that I spend alone.

I am afraid

I am afraid of letting anyone or myself down again.

I am afraid that I spend too much of my time worried about the speed my hourglass has been into pouring into my tomorrows.

I have a fear of my past for my past intimidates my future .

I am even afraid of opening up about it.

I am afraid of sharing my feelings and exposing myself.

I guess its cuz I am afraid of risking rejection and ridicule.

Then I am afraid that if i do, I’ll be abandoned and left naked in my true colors.

I am afraid.

I’ve grown a fear of being looked down on in a world of giants.

I am afraid I am aware of all this and do nothing but question the count of the quickly fallen sand.

I am afraid.

I am afraid of myself because I have let me down more than any other person ever has.

For I have
fear and I.

I am afraid,

for I,i

have feared that I have known this all along,

I have been dying for the truth from someone living a lie.