I fear nothing
Nothing more than he who lives and breathes and
eats breakfast in the morning
Though the thought of fright fails to escape my mind
The feeling of forcing a feeling,
A lack of emotion, or the voluntary flood of one
I am lifeless without emotion.
Where do I get the nerve to convince my nerves to tremble on command,
To anger at one who has no fault with me?
And what of happiness?
Of all emotions which come with ease, happiness cannot be conjured.
Why is it so hard to be happy?
My father is one with my mother, and they are my sunshine,
My siblings stars, and my friends clouds.
They are all light, then why so much darkness?
The unease of my stomach,
the clenching of my fists and closing of my throat.
Every startling sound, every unanticipated touch,
the crawling of my skin
at my lack of control.
I fear nothing
Nothing more than the things I cannot control
He cannot love me, though I swear my soul is forever bonded with his
She cannot see how hard I work, only a false facade of an actually exhausted artist
They cannot see the real me.
I fear nothing
Nothing more than being my real self,
Exposing my raw soul.
They see breakdown after breakdown, though they find it is as routine as going to bed every
night.
When will I get to sleep again?
When in sleep,
I fear nothing.