Fear

11/7/17 I fear I am afraid I fear that folks will find out that I’m not really okay when I say that I’m fine (Sometimes) I fear that laughter and lungs full of loud won’t ease the hurt anymore I fear that I wont be able to keep my fantasies at bay To prevent from turning men away I feel that you’ll feel my personality is too impulsive Because I fear that if I don’t express myself soon enough you’ll fade into a memory I fear of needing and not having again so I buy everything in bulk and sometimes the same shirt in every color Fear drives me to work every morning Logs me into my computer In my cubicle functioning like the robot that I am I fear that if I risk it all I’ll fall  

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