I’m scared too.
The stress is suffocating,
the headaches are beginning to feel endless and determined.
As if they were 13 year old olympic gymnasts with something to prove.
I just don’t understand how one can have such a good and bad thing at the same time.
Not up until a few months ago did I come to really know what people meant by ying-yang.
Ask me what it is, and I will tell you to look at me. To take a real good, and hard
look
at
me.
I’m screaming in my head because I can’t seem to scavenge for enough energy in my body to make it audible.
Everything seems compromising.
So, all I think about is how tomorrow I may not be so lucky as to be breathing.
I’m standing in the middle of my room,
half naked;
physically vulnerable, as if all I want to do is make my outsides match my insides.
The carpet on my feet feels so imposing and the walls are doing what they do best,
collapsing.
I guess, I’ve always been really good at being just where I am right now.
I’ve come to an absurd and too tangible of a realization that all of the overwhelming, sickening, and uncertain events of my existence are exactly where they should be.
So I’m scared.
Let nobody invalidate your fear, because after all, you are the one standing in the middle of that room
half naked,
vulnerable,
and compromised.
Let me be scared until you make it stop.
Make me feel what you feel,
and I promise that I will put my fear away.
Make it stop;
and I promise,
I will put my fear away.
For Fears 