I try to be more objective and clear-headed than most..
Fear tries to grab me at each turn
The enemy lurking behind every dark corner,
Down every chilling hallway
Can you feel its breath down your neck?
Constantly whispering...
"You'll seem clingy"
"You're not yourself anymore"
"You
Are
Not
Good
Enough"
It terrifies me,
It does its job
It keeps me silent and afraid
When all I want to do is be a friend.