No matter how happy I am, there is always fear.
When it’s dark at night, there is fear.
Fear crawls underneath the blanket with your beating heart.
When you eat an ice cream cone, there is fear.
Fear slides onto your tongue, along with the sweet, frozen cream, and makes its way down your throat.
When you squeeze a pillow, fear will be there,
refusing to exit your mind.
Fear, why won’t you exit my mind?
It never leaves me..
But fear is what keeps you going everyday.
When you climb a great pine tree,
you feel glad, happy, strong, though never fearless
for fear’s there lurking in the needles right there with you.
When the sweetest pitbull licks your face with it’s oh so soft tongue,
you fear that it will leave you.
When your phone rings,
you fear of who it is.
Fear makes me fearless
When you play, you still fear.
You don’t even know what you fear but
fear is everywhere.
It doesn’t make sense.
Fear doesn’t make sense.
Fear is fear.
When fear comes along
Fear is your best friend
Fear makes me dance.
When you love something,
you fear that it will go away.
You fear of yourself.
You fear of the world.
Fear comes to make life harder,
to make you sad,
to make you scared,
but your heart is full of joy so you just sit at the kitchen table,
eating donuts with a side of fear.
You may love fear, you drink it like it’s coffee,
but you hate fear even more.
I wrote this in a poetry class in 6th grade (hence why its so bad) before I realized I had loads of anxiety