I have a lot of pent-up fear; many things really do terrify me.
I’ve never really been comfortable in the dark, my imagination has never granted me that luxury. Phantasms from almost 15 years ago follow me in the shadows.
I’ve always enjoyed looking out at a cityscape from the top of a tower or building but I’ve never let go of the railing. I haven’t let myself come close to the edge, my back against the wall. I’m too scared of falling.
I’ve been harrowed by many things, but one demon reigns over them all.
I’m really scared of disenchantment.
I’m scared that the very reasons that I was initially loved for will eventually become the reasons I am detestable.
I’m scared my determination and perseverance will turn into me being stubborn and close-minded. I’m scared that my sweet thoughts and caring nature will transform into me being clingy and suffocating.
I’m afraid that all the reasons you love me will turn into the reasons why you regret.