Fear
Makes my heart pound
My mind hot pink
Like a bunch of wild roses dipped in ice
Then lit on fire
Feeling like I'm a lemon
Being squeezed of my glory
The pulp was my faith
The juice my stability
I am weakened
Frozen in my uncertainty
Unsure of what is
Or isn't
Or may be
I'm loosing a grip I never really had
Laughing at the irony in that
Aching from the reality of it
Confused at how I can fake it
All too well
So well, it's eerie
It's hidden
As I move through the world
Twisted in a smile
With armor they define as my spirit
Behind the sparkle
Loud words
Giddy conversations
Is Fear
I am in the wilderness
You are in the music
In the man's car next to me
I am in the confusion of her next decision
The hesitation of her movements
The skepticism behind her views
The apprehension as she walks
The timidity in her eyes
The fear in her voice
The lack in her confidence
The numbness of her actions
She doesn't move
She stays still
Moving but going nowhere?
As on a treadmill
Whoa.
