¶ We All Die Alone ¶

-How Dare I-

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What is this feeling? How come I have a pit in my stomach, A knot in my chest;

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You may think, 'Oh, well that is simply a feeling of admiration Or nothing but a mere sensation of anxiety.'

Yet, I find it hard to understand how one can judge or draw out such conclusions when everyone feels different, no one person feels the same;

How dare I? How dare I have the audacity to say such things, I simply think that way.

So what if the way I think is twisted, who said that makes me an imperfection? Many, many people have, and quite frankly I am ashamed that someone was audacious enough to jump to such conclusions.

How come I am so unafraid that I step onto the platform without a bead of sweat or a tied tongue? Who, who said that I am not afraid?

-Ashamed

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A/N

You may disagree, If you have thoughts on this topic I would be more than happy to converse.