There are little tiny fears
Stabbing like pinpricks of light
They don't really hurt but I feel them
As I stay up late tonight.
I'm afraid to be open
I think I should be closed
But the more I try to shut them out
The more I am an in unbloomed rose.
The later it gets, the worse I feel
Fears tucking in the bedsheets
The fact that I'm afraid of the dark
Is one of my lifelong feats.
Anger drives some fears away
But they inevitably return
Maybe if I banished with love
I'd actually learn.
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 2:26 AM UTC
There are little tiny fears
Stabbing like pinpricks of light
They don't really hurt but I feel them
As I stay up late tonight.
I'm afraid to be open
I think I should be closed
But the more I try to shut them out
The more I am an in unbloomed rose.
The later it gets, the worse I feel
Fears tucking in the bedsheets
The fact that I'm afraid of the dark
Is one of my lifelong feats.
Anger drives some fears away
But they inevitably return
Maybe if I banished with love
I'd actually learn.
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