What are you afraid of my dear?
Is it something you cannot see?
Is it something you cannot hear?
Is it something you cannot be?
Let this thought beat you down in your head.
You created this weapon,
And now you're not safe in your bed.
This fear was chosen from a slim selection.
You quiver at this pain,
Knowing that no one will come to your aid.
It'll leave behind scars that will remain.
This fear does not have a name.
You're forced to make your way through the dark.
No light,
No spark.
There is no use for sight.
Force yourself to forget how to feel,
Make sure you stay protected.
Nothing can ever be real,
Not anything you have selected.
Something in your life went wrong,
Something you refuse to talk about.
You've left this problem alone.
You keep everyone kicked out.
You refuse to face it,
Letting your fear have full control.
You refuse to heal your spirit,
You're digging your own inescapable hole.
