If my life was a story
And I had to be the hero
If it really had to be mandatory
My own shadows would have to be the ones
to gives me zeros
She has crept behind stage
For two or more years
And has adapted with age
By seeking out all my fears
Adventure is out there
But adventure is unknown
How can one complete a dare
If one is afraid of their own tombstone
She whispers in the night
Letting you know she's always there
Claiming she doesn't bite
Even though you intruded in her lair
She is me
And i am her
She tells me to flee
with a voice care
She's the voices that tell you to run
She's the person you can count on
She asks, why don't you ever have fun?!
When she's the reason you've been withdrawn
She drowns you in pools
That you know doesn't exist
And makes up her own rules
And pushes down your fists
She blends in with the night
And gives you a fright
Just run away and hide
Count to ten
Take it off your mind
And try again
Breathe
Just keep breathing
She's right behind you
Wanting to be there
In you doubt
It'll only last for a few minutes
She'll leave
Even she has her limits
And run out of tricks in her sleeve
YOU ARE READING
Poems
شِعرPoems about many topics that have happened in my life or that I dream up. Sometimes stories told to me by friends or close loved ones on something I feel like anyone can relate to. I write day and night trying to make a great poem, trying to relive...
