I am afraid that unknowing strangers
will brush against me in the street
and I will catch a glimpse of eyes
that smile in pain as I silently weep

I am afraid to touch another's hand
only in pure condolence
to have said hand grasp me tightly
to lay underground with them, in Silence

I am afraid to be who I am
I live outside the norm
at the very end of Unusual street
usually a haven to a Perfect Storm

I am afraid you patronise me
because I whip you without fear
of becoming your ******* mistress
I sting, I disappear

I am afraid of letting the spaces
that crack beneath my feet
to swallow me whole
and I have to admit defeat

I am afraid to reveal to you
the darkness you so despise

I am afraid I am that darkness
I am afraid you will open your eyes