I fear change.

My starless sky is cracked like a freshly born scar from a battle I'd never win.
Am I ever going to feel empty again?
Because emptiness was a comfort that I couldn't confront--
So I sighed, and I denied myself wholeness, never trusting my own boldness.
And here you are smiling, all the while unwrapping me like a birthday gift and not even questioning if I'm worth the price.

It must be nice--oh, must be nice to never question!

I am a product of apathy blending with unrelenting hope, frustrated with no way to cope.
And it surprises me that I elicit any kind of rise from you.
If the the moon reflects the sun, do I reflect you?
My fear is inferior to my own desires, and so I plunge into this fire.

I need change.