The Things I Fear
The things I fear I fear that I will one day lose a bit of my mind, that the one place I thought I could be safe and be myself will betray me I fear that I am my parents son..That their stubbornness , the depression is hard coded in me. I feel it sometimes when I feel like just getting away from everyone. I fear that I won’t be able to be truly intimate with anyone-because I just don’t trust it. I had to be strong and independent to make it out, the very things that have kept me a float may stop me from ever being able to let myself go I fear that I am too ready to accept the bad. That I don’t trust compliments or good times. I always wait for the painful comfort of loss or tension. I’m built to deal with it. I fear that I may always be careful…Always thinking things ahead..That the child I was –precocious, curious and adventurous is somewhere in me gasping for air. Hoping his older self will take more risks I fear that I had faith simply because it allowed the lack of an