I'm not sure that I will make it.
that terrifies me so much it hurts.
I feel the tears behind every smile,
but I push them back,
what happens when they break through?

I fear the moment of failure,
more than my own death.
The slightest hint of disappointment,
and I might fall, its such a mess.
What happens if I don't get back up?

So much tears stream down my face,
I fear drowning in the cause of such a sea.
If i cant make it,
I fear that no one will be there for me.
Is anyone there?

So I sit on my shaky seat of a future.
and wait for my fear to come alive.
I cannot predict any outcome,
so I will just try to quell the fear inside.
I'm scared of my own fears, I'm scared of failure.