Poetry By Me

Afraid and Wrong

I'm afraid to write
Because I'm afraid to see
Just who truly I might actually be.
I keep up this fortress
For the few who can see
Because I know just maybe, I am not who they want me to be.
I'm scared to love because I know
That it requires my mind to be truly unfolded,
Studied and loved, caressed and cared for.
But what if I'm not ready.
What if I can't handle that simple intimacy
Because I can't handle the vindication of all my misdeeds.
This condition it seems is wrong to have but
Oh my, oh dear,
I don't think you are ready to hear,
To hear how I strive off this chaos and confusion,
For it keeps me right,
Though it may seem wrong.
I just know that without it
I would all but be gone.

L.O.M