Some days,
I'm too scared to sleep.
My thoughts race and ask,
"Who is watching me?"
Some days,
I'm too scared to feel.
My heart is elsewhere.
Not here,
not in my chest.
Some days,
I'm too scared to make friends.
Too scared to make a fool out of myself
and to hurt to them.
Some days,
I'm too scared to think that people'll leave me.
I know I seem like I don't care.
I know I seem like I don't care for your company.
That's wrong.
I love you all.
Some days,
I'm too scared to function.
To scared
to speak,
feel,
know,
Or just, of myself.
