Caren Krutsinger Poet Dramatic Verse

We All Fear Something

We all fear something.
Mine is fear of self.
Running, hiding, whirling, twirling,
In the bed, under the bed, out of bed,
Never getting away.

She follows me, laughing.
Mocking me.
Voices from two different directions.
Taunt me.
Tease me.
Kick me.
Please me.

We all have something.
Labels.
Laughter.
Hear mine.
More laughter.
No one knows it is mine.
Do I tell?
What good would it do?

Would it change their opinion?
Not in the least.
People do not change.
Like their people labels.
It keeps them safe.
Normalizes them.

What about me? 
Self screams.
She kicks me in the head.
I resign myself.
We all have something we fear.

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M. L. Kiser January 23, 2019 at 4:58 PM Nothing is quite as fearful as reality. You penned the truth though. Caren Krutsinger January 23, 2019 at 5:29 PM You know me, my friend. If it does not sound like the truth, I am lying. And I do lie a lot as it contrasts so beautifully in such a funny way with the truth. I do both.

Sand Blown January 21, 2019 at 1:18 PM wowa...nice write...since fear is 'fear' then question: why do the controllers popularize it (and it's not just because it sells) Caren Krutsinger January 21, 2019 at 7:05 PM I have absolutely no idea, but I think you nailed it with the last two words of your own comment.