Blood Rose || A Collection Of my Poetry: Pt. 2

I sit here at a game

I sit here at a game
Full of all the people I was afraid of
I thought they'd tear me apart
I thought I was jumping head first into hell
I thought my mistakes define me
I thought so much

I'm here amongst the piranhas
They don't resort to cannibalism
I forgot I was one of them
I grew out of touch with my roots
In reality

They aren't paying attention to me
It's almost has tho I never even left

I was so scared and today I faced
All my fears head on

And nothing negative happened
That's surprising I thought I was
Creating my death date
But
I sit here at a game