I'm afraid of being perceived.
I'm scared and want to go home.
I want to be somewhere where I feel safe.
I want to write, I want to explore, I want live but I can't.
This heart of mine is plummeting down my body.
It feels nothing yet only insecurity.
I despite it yet I love it because it means I'm living.
Do you understand ?
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poem anthology (I'm So Afraid)
PoetryThe Truth Is I'm Afraid Of Living. the insecurities of the mind that which are hidden
