I wish I could tell you that sometimes I'm terrified of life.
The negativity seems to scathe my soul,but yet somehow, I seem to push past the fear and get on with my day.
Fragile like porcelain doll, how did I get this way?
Optimistic at my best, I say to myself, that this too shall pass.
I wish I could tell you that it will be okay, because you might need to hear that too.
I'm fearless for others but not for myself.