Poems from a twelve year old mind.

Fear

I'm afraid.
I should be and you should be too.
I'm not afraid of the dark, or spiders, or closed spaces.
I'm not afraid of weapons like guns or maces.
I'm not afraid of ghosts, the dead, or monsters.
I'm not afraid of freaks, animals, and outcasts.
I'm not afraid of you or the voices in your head.
I'm afraid of the ghosts, demons, dead, monsters, freaks, animals, outcasts that live in us.
Not the ones in the closet or under the bed.
Not the stalkers or murderers.
But the things in our minds that tell us what to do, what happens when they snap, and what happens to us.
I'm afraid of the darkness In us.
The spiders that come out from our throats.
The closed spaces our minds trap our consciousnesses in.
I'm afraid of the weapons they hold to threaten us with.
It's difficult to explain.
It's hard to understand.
But I'm not afraid of what we are afterwards.
I'm afraid of how it happens, and how it could happen to me.