Fear

I'm afraid of broken glass
Spider webs and crowds en masse
Lonely days and family fights
I'm afraid of sleepless nights
I'm afraid of guns and war
Losing friends can't take much more
Reflecting water blue eyes see
The thing that I fear most is me.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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