my fears are like the moon
always changing
always fading in and out
i'm scared of a lot of things
and sometimes it controls me
and i cannot think
it's times like this, when i walk
everything seems to be moonlit
the woods here are familiar
i've walked this road and i'll walk it again
gliding along broken paths like fragments of forgotten sentences i'm too frightened to utter
crunching up against leaves fallen years ago
i am scared, i am scared
i shake as the wind blows and it makes me think i cannot escape
the ghosts that haunt me are vengeful
how could i not speak up for them?
i stumble upon a desecrated building
windows boarded up to keep something in
i can't help but to stare at the ghost in the window
a version of myself, covered in ivy
so scared to scream as the thorns might grow tighter around their neck
finally something that understands
what it is like to live in fear
