Scared

(poems go here) intoxicated with the expectations of what we thought could, would and wanted to happen scathed by the perfect moments that were branded into our mind and tainted by unforgettable words that were bound to open un-bloomed flowers that would unlock the infinite possibilities that lay within the deepest abyss of our own being but scared of the sorrow that may follow the failure as a result of attempting to live the dream scared of the sorrow that will peel back the layers of happiness one by one that would leave the body vulnerable to the mind that volatile mind will spill lies into every inch of thoughts and ideas forcing the body to shed tears and blood of it’s own I hit the bottom of the abyss by doubting all I have known by doubting myself regretting that I, myself have let my mind lie to me to tell myself I’m not good enough regretting that me, myself and I, have shed my own tears and blood to let me hurt me. these are the lies that I let taint my blood those are the lies I have never listened to