How can fear be conquered?
I am scared
terrified to dance, sing, write, run, and create
I'm afraid to love
because in the massive shadow of the world I know the colors fade
Tangerine sunsets dry and tasteless when they pay by the hour
gentle hands flinch at the shouts
terror of strangers in the black, of mistakes, of pain and suffering
with such hate
hard hands hate faces lips curled
where does it all come from?
empty rage thirsting to be filled
How can I be in the midst of such insanity?
What if they see me
what if they find my soul while searching my eyes
catch the pools of aquamarine inside
strangle them into nothing but wet paint and a clock on the wall
red rivers down porcelain skin

How can it be a sin to be what you are?