Fear

Fear. Fear is my friend. Fear is also my worst enemy. you could say I am Fear, but honestly that leaves a bitter taste in my mouth and I’m fearful that taste could be toxic. I fear the words coming from my mouth and how when they start flowing they never stop. I fear my expectations and how I never seem to meet them fully. I fear death of others and wonder whether they knew my father in Heaven. I fear the dark as a place of the unknown. I fear that I won’t be accepted by anyone. I fear the light and it’s ability to show me the truth. If I fear all these things then what is there for me on this world.

Fear is a liar. he told me everything was fine, that nothing was wrong, then it dropped me dead in the dirt. while I was in the dirt Fear took control. if Fear is in control doesn’t that make me Fear?

NO! I won’t listen to this.

Fear is just a thought. A terrible thought that consumes me. It’s a parasite, a leach that’s never full. Why can’t I get rid of Fear? Why does it consume me so quickly? Why won’t it leave me?

I don’t write for me alone. I write for Fear. Perhaps if I please Fear he’ll leave me alone. I write for Fear in a pursuit of hope, happiness, or even for my own self improvement. Fear controls me. He controls us all. I hope one day all of Fear is removed from us but until that day, Fear is my friend, Fear is my worst enemy, and I am Fear.