Fear is....
Fear is....
Not so much the monsters under the bed
the real monsters are in my head
Eating away the little Sanity I had
No one can tell I am sad
Fear is....
Not knowing whats next
Many would call me vexed
But I think it is self inflicted
I am quite conflicted
Fear is....
The uncertainty
The lack of security
I Fear myself
poem by Madeleine Burnhell
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