Sometimes-
I get scared.
And then I think-
What the hell-
Am I doing?
How can I be-
Scared?
When..
Compared-
To the people-
Who actually-
Matter..
I have absolutely-
Nothing-
To fear.
YOU ARE READING
The Words of a Person
PoetryMy words. Typed. As if- They could ever be called- Neat. *WARNING* Life is fucked up- So I guess I am too.