What Are You Afraid Of

Fear tickles my throat.
My heart beats quicken.

"What are you afraid of," you may ask. To tell you the truth, I don't know. Or maybe I do and I just don't know how to put it into words.

I hate it when you interpret my fear, my saddness, my world. It's my head, I need to be the one to interpret. So here it goes, and I hope you can understand, heck, I hope I can understand.

Do I make you want to cry.
Do you swim in your tears as you go to bed?
Do my hallucinations become your hallucinations?
Do you hear the screaming, the humming.
Does it annoy you as much as it annoys me.
Do know that I love you, even as my world crashes down.
I'll always love you.

My world is black and white. (good and bad)
I love you, LEAVE ME ALONE!
My thoughts are all disoriented.
I can't escape emotional mind.
You can't escape rational mind.
Someday we need to push are selves into wise mind.
Where we'll be happy at last.

I can't make it on my own.
I need you to love me.
I need you to need me.
Pull me up from my feet.
Help me escape from this hell I made for myself.
Someday I'll let go, and fly away on my own.

Fear can't make up who you are. You need to escape those fears. Turn yourself around. Don't be living your life always afraid....but

My heart beats quicken,
and fear still tickles my throat.