I lie on my bed, soaking my pillow with my tears.
I try to remember exactly what it is that I fear.
Is it the passing of time or the love that I lack?
Is it the mistakes that I've made or the fact that I can't bring the past back?
What is it that I'm afraid of?
Why am I so scared?
Is it the people I've hurt or the people who've hurt me?
Am I afraid of everything that I can't seem to see?
Is it the love of a friend or the loss of my family?
Is it the possibility that my life can end in a tragedy?
What is it that I fear most?
What do my eyes say I'm scared of?
Is it the sun that sets but won't seem to rise?
Is it the hope that I have that always seems to die?
Is it the trust of a person that I cannot begin to grasp?
Is it all the memories of my horrid past?
Is it me?
Can it possibly be that the thing I fear most is the thing I can't be?
The things that I try to understand?
The me that I try to be with when I'm feeling sad?
The person I'm expected to be? Is that what I fear?
I think the thing I fear most...is me.
What Causes Fear?
I deal with the same things every day...the depression of my past and the pain that I have lived through with traumatizing moments since I was a young child. Growing up, I've been through a...
Fear Itself Is Undefined
Published by Family Friend Poems October 2009 with permission of the Author.
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A lot has changed when my brother told me these words, "Who are you that you can't go through hard times?" It was then that I had the acceptance of everything. I accept all the past and present, good and bad. It helped me a ton.