“What if’s”

February 12, 2018

I’m struggling with it again./

I’m scared of my own demons /

Ones that hold me back /

With their dagger claws/

That whenever I try to pull away/

I get scratched./

Left with burning, aching wounds./

Ones that make me question why I try /

If I’m just gonna get hurt /

By my own damned thorns./

It keeps me from diving into him/

For fear of opening myself up to him /

Completely. utterly. entirely./

For fear that if he sees my true colors/

He won’t like the display /

But why should I care?/

There will always be critics/

Always be observers/

Always be admirers./

So many in a sea of people/

I just have to sift through. /

Or maybe they’ll find me?/

Who knows how these things play out./

But the one above;/

I tend to forget I’m not in full control/

That my fears are only /

A figment of my imagination./

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