In my head

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I'm scared
Scared of letting you too close
Scared,
That when the newness wears off
You did just discard me
Like a disappointed toddler
With an old plaything
But I'm also scared
Scared of my fears
for if no one gets too close
I did just die alone
And I'm scared
Scared of dying alone
So yes I'm scared
scared of being scared.

Posted by Gracee

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