Afraid

So much pressure. So much stress. Everybody has an outlet. Poetry is mine. Listen to my scream.

Afraid

I am afraid.

I do not know where to turn.

I want to run. I want to hide.

But not here.

Not in these dark and dusty tunnels

In this scary labyrinth of a mind

I want to flee

Flee from the oncoming depression

But I do not know how.

I want to hide.

To hide from the truth.

The terrible truth.

It terrifies me.

And so I built a fortress of lies.

To comfort me.

But now the lies are blurring.

I cannot remember which are lies and which are real.

Perhaps this itself is a lie.

The clarity is all too real.

But I do not want to look

I am scared of what I may see there.

Help me.

Please help me.

I am so very lost.

I do not know what to do.

I just want to be safe.

To curl up and be comforted.

But I don’t know who to trust.

I try to be brave.

But inside I am screaming.

I am too scared to cry.

I am too scared to think.

I cannot remember who I am.

I do not want to be alone.

But I tremble at being together.

I am buckling under the pressure

Soon I will snap.

I will crash, break and burn.

Perhaps then I will forget.

But for now I am small, lonely and frightened

A shadow of a ghost.

Who hesitates at love.

Help me.

Please help me.

Show me how to scream.