Scared
I never was afaird of the dark until I became afraid of myself.
I was always scared of the thoughts and the way I may act upon them.
I thought everyone had these thoughts.
Keeping feelings like this inside can hurt.
Not wanting to look in the morrior because your scared of who is looking back at you.
The scares of memories you want to forget and the regret of the last three years.
The monsters under the beds keep us from the angels above.
Everybody has a reason to be scared.
Do you want to know my reason?
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