There was a girl I once knew
A girl I thought to be fearless
For she did not fear deadly weapons
Or the people that wouldn't think twice before using themShe played the carefree role well
No one saw through the facade
No one would have wanted too
Everyone looked at her and saw the person they wished they could beBut as I stared at her in that moment
I no longer knew her to be fearless
She may not have been afraid of others who could hurt her
But that was only because she had a greater enemyHerself
So as I examined the hospital gown that replaced her bright wardrobe,
Her breath being given to her by a tube,
And her flawlessly hair sprawled out around her nearly lifeless face,
I realized she was afraid of things I had never thought to be afraid ofShe was afraid of her own mind
Afraid to be alone where her thoughts could overtake her
Afraid to not be seen as a strong, independent girl
Afraid to not be perfectShe may not have been afraid of who could harm her
But she held her own fears
That one day there would be a gun to her head
And it would be her finger on the trigger.
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