Fear of what?


We may just be afraid to go to sleep
We awake and
the world gets to see an identity,
Something we’re terrified of.
We’re all alone in the shadows
Where we wear our own scapegoat
Softly scraping on insecurity.
Oh how this hurts, oh how we can Dream that we don’t see this until
Dreams grow legs and walk right into the middle of the street,
And reality is the atmosphere that
Suffocates the authentic.
The roof over our heads isn’t
Bulletproof; proof of no exemptions for
We All shed Blood.
Bullet wounds work well with hate, and
A secret is that we fear seeds
Because of the monsters that
Grow around them.
Yes fear has fallen out our mouths
Onto the dinner table
Where we eat in silence.


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