I'm scared of tasting happiness
I'm there on the edge
Waiting for craziness
I'm scared of being too much
in a world where everything is just much.
I'm scared of me the most
I'm scared I'm not my chosen host
I'm scared of me
It's all I can see.
In night,
I'm scared I could hurt myself
Or run to make sins and grief after
I'm scared of myself
Scared I might be the monster they love
Scared to be the wrong they're okay with
I wish I could wear a glove
A one hand glove
To protect me from the thorns when I pick myself like a flower from a garden to a cup,
dead
And the toxic that comes with me
Dropping like tears surrounding everything I do
following me
Like I'm hunted by myself
and the curse can not be broken
I'm scared I'm not scared enough
I'm scared but not enough
I'm scared of me as I should be
but crave more fear
Do not ask me.
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winter
PoetryA poetry collection that Witnesses the expansion of a human heart through seasons, through years. cheesy love, painful love, kind love, politics blended into poetry, mental abuse that cannot be romanticized, literature, movies and music, religion an...
