I lie on my bed, soaking my pillow with my tears. I try to remember exactly what it is that I fear. Is it the passing of time or the love that I lack? Is it the mistakes that I've made or the fact that I can't bring the past back? What is it that I'm afraid of? Why am I so scared? Is it the people I've hurt or the people who've hurt me? Am I afraid of everything that I can't seem to see? Is it the love of a friend or the loss of my family? Is it the possibility that my life can end in a tragedy? What is it that I fear most? What do my eyes say I'm scared of? Is it the sun that sets but won't seem to rise? Is it the hope that I have that always seems to die? Is it the trust of a person that I cannot begin to grasp? Is it all the memories of my horrid past? Is it me? Can it possibly be that the thing I fear most is the thing I can't be? The things that I try to understand? The me that I try to be with when I'm feeling sad? The person I'm expected to be? Is that what I fear? I think the thing I fear most...is me. By,Jeannie Palma