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.