My mind is falling into pieces
Into small strands of string
Floating away into the wind

It is so hard to make sense of things
My mind is always on it
My issue, my problem

I want help
But am so scared
What will they think of me?
Will they tell me it’s all fake?
That this feeling inside of me that I am meant for something more
More than this world can offer me
Is wrong?

I want my stories to be real
I want to have magical abilities
I want this all to be a dream and that I will wake up tomorrow

If I do get help
What will they think of me?
Will they feel betrayed?
These characters I have created
Will they leave me for someone more reliable?

What if I let it all go?
All these stories, these creations
Will they leave me cold and helpless?
I’ve worked so hard to become the person that I am

If I just let it go,
Will it die away?
Will I die away?