My friends adore this fearlessness that I’ve acquired
Or is this a facade that I’ve mastered?
I may not have any phobias of flight or height nor am I afraid of monsters and demons in the closet or under the bed.
I fear that I may disappoint or fear that I cannot protect my loved ones.
I fear what I’m capable of and or doing.
But I’m afraid to love; whole heartedly.
I’m afraid to share my deepest darkest secrets then have them used against me.
But my biggest fear of all....
I’m afraid of someone loving me and finding me beautiful.....
I’m afraid that one day the inevitability will come thanks to time and that, that “someone” will hate me and see what they once thought was beautiful is now hideous in their eyez.
The beauty that they once gazed upon in my soul has now become ugly and that frightens me the most.
Fearless? Nah, I’m only human, wishing I had less fear or the ability to fear less....