Scared

My stomach tied in knots, my heart beating fast. I'm wondering how long this feeling is going to last. I'm scared.
My breathing quickens, I want so badly to get rid of this feeling. I can feel the tears trying to rise to the surface. I find myself trying to identify their true purpose... it all comes back to me being scared.
I'm scared of hurt, I'm scared of pain, I'm scared that you might not feel the same... the thought marinates for a while and suddenly a tear flows down my check, and I can feel my chest getting weak...

This poem is about: 
Me

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