Fear of Self Will Kill the Mind

Fear of self will kill the mind- what greater things we see. I myself, another kind- can hardly hush the beast. How I wonder what will be and what will come to past. I can tell you honestly those questions aren't asked. Fear of self is not what will- my fear lies in what was. I ask myself why am I ugly? Why have I little love? Why do I fear who I once was? Why am I much afraid? Suppose maybe it wasn't me and not the mess I made.. It was another took my life and turned it into shame. Born a child of beauty- a stranger made me lame. Now I lament my physical for it deceives the eye. Inside I am a child of turmoil, an unforgotten sigh.