Fear

 

Fear comes along in many ways, shapes, and forms.

But for some more than others, it can be a more treacherous storm.

Some people can hold it in and hide it,

This burden for which they cannot be acquitted.

They show once side of their face to the world,

But keep the shattered one inside and disguise it from the imaginary dream-world.

Tick

As the time on my clock slowly crawls by

Tick

 I sit around and wonder why

Tick

Why this pain had to grow to become so alive

Tick

In this small and broken heart of mine

Tick

The fearful fingers of failure and defeat creep their way into my head,

To try and scare me into thinking I’m better off dead.

To be a disappointment and not perfect for someone?

I would rather grab the golden gun.

The terror of being alone and lonesome,

Makes tear-stained roses leave behind the songs they once sung.

The silence that comes from within the dark and seamless solitude,

The anxiety and panic scars will forever be tattooed.

But what I think I’m afraid of most,

Are the dancing rays of happiness,

For they haunt me like a ghost,

Because my inner self is a complete and utter mess.

But, the mind prison in which I hide myself in,

Is the place where all my fears seem to begin.