You

I see you standing at my door

telling me that my time is almost up

The coldness of your presence fills the room,

as if I'm lying on the snow

What is this your making me feel?

I try to run away from you,

but your hands grab my heart and squeeze out the heat

However, you've always been here with me,

you know me better than anyone else

You get inside my mind and follow me between my thoughts

Every beautiful moment that I have you make it your own

You make me stay awake at night,

and make me think what's inside my heart

You make it seem dark but never tell me why

Why do you make me believe that I'm not good enough, 

and make me cry

Why do you force my reflection to hurt me?

I don't want fear to be my blanket anymore

I don't want to find comfort in my doubt

I don't want to feel like I need to tie a noose around my neck,

just to run away from you.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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