I'm big,
Scary,
Terrifying.
At least, that's what I'm told.
I'm told to be taller than the mountains,
Louder than the thunder of a fierce storm,
Scarier than most of your nightmares.
I still don't understand.
I am not big,
Or scary,
Or terrifying.
At least, that's what I think.
I'm helpful,
Kind,
Empathetic.
Why can't people see that in me?
Why can't people see the nice side of me?
The side that cares?
The side that always existed?
The side that no one cares to see?
And I look at them,
Terrified looks on their faces,
Bodies taut with fear,
Shaking uncontrollably.
I'm scary to them,
No matter how hard I try.
No matter how many nice words I say,
No matter how small I make myself,
No matter how gentle my voice is,
No matter how gentle my actions are,
No matter if I'm there or simply nearby,
I always create fear.
No matter what.
