The Threat

There's a fear clawing at the inner walls of my heart, a fear of unknown things. It stretches my chest and crawls into my brain, where with silent power, it rings. I'm afraid of the people around me because I never know what they will do. I rely on trust which scares me the most, because who is being true? I think I know them, I see them each day. Blank faces down stretched out halls. Blank. I think they are safe, sane, realistic, at least...I make these calls. But then there's a threat and I begin to question each individual's sincerity. How can one threaten to bomb the school, as he stands in the same crowd as me?