Where the Truth Runs Free

Fear is a powerful force.

Wanna know how I know?

Because, I'M SCARED.

I have more fear in my then bones and blood.

Scared of my parents, and even more so becoming them.

Scared of what I have to go through to get to my home.

Scared of the words that keep on popping up in my mind, but I can't face.

Scared of California happening all over again.

Scared of the monster inside.

Scared of myself.

Scared of the little amount of potential I could have.

Scared that if I bow to others will I will become who I never want to be.

Scared that if in success I lose myself and my views and what I believe. I mean yeah, I don't 100% like who I am now, but I like where I stand in many things and how I live in a certain strange way. Though what happens if I pursue a different lifestyle that will help me in life. What if I can't figure it out.

But what if I never change? What happens when I can't go on, and it's all my fault. What if I remain the child who can't admit and can't lose control.

What if I'm trying to swim to the surface as I run out of breath but it turns out I was merely going deeper and deeper to meet my death.

I'll be building an illusion while all is does is tear down the things that are actually concrete.

Fear rules my life.

And it will never go away.