Fear Is Not My Friend
Fear is my loneliest friend. He'll hate me till the end. While alive he'll keep growing inside.
Pushing buttons so I'll run and hide, from the fear that's growing with-in. But when I let him go he can't grow. So in the end he is not my friend, and I can never let him live with-in.
The fear that I thought was my friend.
Now I can learn to live again. To be happy and carefree, just the way I use to be.
Written By Glen Edward Galatovich
Copyright © Glen Galatovich | Year Posted 2018
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