Scared

I'm scared that I'll fall and never wake up Scared that all of this world's touch will cut my face, and I won't be able to smile anymore... I'm scared that tomorrow I'll wake up to a note telling me I have nothing in me My hands, my feet, my eyes all gone... And to the million doors closed that's the only door I'll forever be scared to open... I fear to smell my own body but can't touch or see it, can't feel anything, no smile nada Scared to never get a chance to see more than I have, I am living in that small circle, I'm scared to get to any of things, I might break into billion pieces... And it takes so much for me to recover... From something to nothing in hand is painful than my loss in experience So in my heart there's a space of living, a room that myself and only myself can get in to... I'll tell my story the right way, with or without experience.. Because what this me self holds is more than what the world expect... So to my fears 'There's me in this world, and that is the important of all things, so take care of me' Cause I am scared to get caught on this flame caused by friction and collisions of this world... Fear 'Build me a room that no one can open' Because I'm scared... 😶 Anoe