Fear ItselfFear Itself by BreeHale9
You have nothing to fear, but fear itself,
Or so the story goes.
Do you wonder if the man who wrote that was afraid?
I guess no one truly knows.
But I can't help sitting up at night wondering if,
Perhaps childish fairy-tales aren't just myths,
But are in fact real,
Like you and me, how surreal.
And if the world grows darker every day,
Then soon my life will just fade away
Before my very own eyes
All of those messed up lies,
That I was told
That seemed to turn me cold,
For the sins in my past,
Are now resurfacing at last,
I 'm tired of pretending that I don't care.
But I'm far too self-aware.
Even so I am still to calm.
Though there's sweat on my palm.
No creatures approach me tonight,
So I will not die of any fright.
But do be warned I hear myself say,
This is not the game you wish to play.
I hear no laughter sounding back at me,
But I am not afraid of what I cannot see.
In my head is where I shiver,
The dark thoughts I come up with make me quiver.
It's just a shadow, just a light,
Someone Elses Point of ViewSomeone Elses Point of View by BreeHale9
She haunts my every waking dream,
The more I fight, the more loss I seem.
I understand the danger that she holds,
But I was often told,
That beauty was in the eye of the beholder.
So as my emotions smolder
I must go deep into the flame
Fully aware of the shame
I'm inflicting upon her
Everthing is such a blur!
But I don't know what else to do!
I have no time to think things through.