Always in the poem
there are no tears
between the line
but we will get the fear
and pretend that's fine.
We fall short
and say "ah"
to be the final word.
We must ****
the November creep
waiting until the end of the year
throwing the days
that make you depress
by the message
in a fortune cookie.
Maybe,
by hoping to feel present
in the short future
on the dream we have
will be the last wishes.
We are all in pain
waiting for time
to the monotonous sound of the clock
ticking on the wall.

Why am I scared to write,
My views are yet to be reviewed, my actions beats me off my words, I try to express my feelings but something holds me back,

My inner thoughts holds a lot to say,  am scared to write, perhaps I may write wrong about others,
I might review their secret,

this are those review am scared to write now everyone will know,
I guess I have nothing to say, let me keep my thoughts to myself, it may damage what people sees about me,

This Scriptophobia can't take my whole part away,
I know I can do this, I have to stay strong, yes I can, but I know I'm scared to write, but still I believe I can.

Dams, brimming, full.
A pretty sight, but frightens all;
Raging rains, more pain!

Soft, sensual rain.
Danced naked with her once;
Her face now frightens!

Another year has left and gone,
Fear has now consumed my soul,
Unable to take back all the foregone.

They promised me my life wasn't a pawn,
But I don't think I can keep leading myself on.

I try not to worrying over all the issues and unknowns.

As the clock turns twelve, my heart skips a beat,
Fear is clenching it; trying to bring it into a waltz.
My thoughts screaming out to me,
'Don't allow it to sweep you away!'

As everyone is consumed with joy, making new years resolutions;
I am consumed by anxiety, paranoia sweeping me off my feet,
Singing to me all the things to panic about.

As everyone shall party, and stay awake,
I shall go to bed, trying to sleep and keep all the thoughts at bay.

I'm frighten to lose
I'm frighten to play
I'm frighten to get
Another okay

Even though life seems to be teaching me
sometimes I wonder if ever
I will truly and without doubt
feel like I am really free...

                                        (for you see, sometimes
                                        the fears, the nightmares
                                        come back in the dark of night
                                        and I lay there shivering with absolute fright!)
                  
and then I think if I close my eyes tight
they (the monsters in my head)
will not be able to see
just how much they're frightening me--
but still, the darkness lurks
at the end of every single day
and I have to manage somehow
to keep the fears/monsters/my pain at bay...

                                         So, even though life seems to be teaching me
                                         sometimes I wonder if ever
                                         I will truly and without doubt
                                         feel like I am really free...

He scared her badly
And the way she looked at him
Was never the same.