I'm scared**
when I lie awake
to the creak of the floorboards
rustle of the bushes
the walls that seem to call my name
and even
right under the bright sun
when every single flaw
and all the pain I feel
shines
all in front of there eyes
and the honest truth is
I don't know how to smother the fear
lock it inside
transform into the strong person
they make me to be
so that's why I cry
and why I be-little who I am
I speak in little phrases
and hide behind my friends
and I wonder
because
shouldn't seventeen years and counting
have
toughened my bones
smoothed the edges
of a life I was supposed to lead?
another one. This is honest and raw, and I right now I can't think of how to explain this any better.