My Fears and I
looking at my self
i feel that power gripping me
like a rope that is tied to a tree
i wondered, why me
and it tells me not to worry
but i know am shiverring
but what makes me stagger
what makes me anxious
what makes me weep silently
then i realise it's My fears.
i need to be free from this
i went to my friend, but he cant save me
i started reading books about fears
then i improved in boldness
i staggered no more.
My past was all about My Fears and I.
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