Standing tall and straight i look ahead,
knowing what to be done and what to be said.
I see a face looking back at me,
but through this mirror my face is the only one i see.
On this face staring back at me I see a small tear,
I then realize I am looking at fear.
I want to run in such a hurry,
and now i am alone and just wanting to scurry.
The thought of being alone scares me so
I fear my life without you so please dont go.
I then think to myself
there is nothing to fear but fear itself
I have learned the lessons, many things have been done
one should not be afraid of fear or want to get up and run