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I’m scared of going back outside.
To face the open wound.

I’m scared of being scared inside.
I feel impending doom.

I’m scared of causing others fear.
And so I shut my face.

I’m scared of being paranoid.
I’m scared with every case.

I’m scared of being terrified,
I want to hide away.

I’m scared of being far too scared,
I’m scared of open day.

I don’t know when things will go back,
I don’t know what I’ll do.

I wish I wasn’t really scared,
But I’m scared, and that’s the truth.