I feel afraid,
Stupidly afraid.
Not of snakes,
Or spiders or death,
Not even the dark.
I'm afraid of a thought,
An emotion,
A word.
Not just the word,
But that I don't have it.
Or that I never will.
What I fear isn't an item,
It's not human nor animal,
It's not even tangible.
What I fear is getting rejected,
Of being alone.
Stupidly afraid,
That I'll never have someone who cares,
Someone who really cares.
About what I think,
I do,
I feel.
I fear love,
And the lack thereof.
That I'll never feel real love,
Or be loved.
It sounds stupid,
Even to me.
But I confess,
I'm afraid to love.
