Musings on Life from a Dead Girl

Fears

It's funny how fears change

when I was small, I used to be terrified of staircases

Of the movie shutting off before I was asleep

Of being left alone in the car

Now I'm afraid of saying the wrong things

of being disliked

In the future I can sense the terror of hair torniquets and blue swimsuits.

Of allowing my eyes to stray just enough for the worst to happen

It's also interesting how certain fears never go away

I'm still afraid of anger of setting off the wrong person

I'm scared of standing out

Scared of Hell, heights, and bugs

Of itty-bitty spaces

Part of me is proud of the fears I've overcome

But the other part of me

The larger part

The part of my heart that rules my brain

Is still just that little girl who is scared of the dark.