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Fear is what keeps us up at night,
drilling questions haunt our minds
like an angry poltergeist.
Will I ever find my true happiness in myself?
Will I ever find that happiness of myself
reflected in a companion, a lover, a friend
far deeper than anyone I know?
Will I be able to respect myself enough
to know when someone is poison?
Will I let go of all this pain, doubt,
and uncertainty I hold inside out of fear
of not being me without it?
Or should I fear not being myself with it?
Should I fear at all?
What is fear?
Is it truly just a choice
or is it a necessity for protection?