Some people don't like spiders,
but I think they are cool.
Some people hate the fires,
or even fear the school.
Afraid of hights on mountain tops,
Afraid of ghosts and waterdrops.
The fear of falling or falling for someone,
They fear being alone, they also fear to drown.
These things are not what takes my breath,
Don't make my inside feel like death.
Don't chain my wrists, don't bind my fists.
The one thing that always tears me down,
That always makes me lose my crown,
Is something different, something big.
The fear in me, it makes me sick
Cause you my future far and near,
Are what I really, really fear.
YOU ARE READING
Chaos In My Mind
Poesía𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑜ℎ 𝑠𝑎𝑦 ... This is a book of some poems I've written r...
