Fear
What an ugly thing
fueled in fate
covered in scars
coated in blackness
dripping in blood
and tears.
To be afraid
is the feel pain.
You can't be you.
WHY can't you be you?
WHY must they hate you?
WHY can't they all just stop?
Why must I life in FEAR?
What does it MEAN?
Let me be myself.
No more pain.
No fear.
No one wants to be afraid.
No one should be afraid.
So why are we all afraid?
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