Thursday, 28 April 2011

09/09/07 Afraid.


I’m afraid
Minutes pass into hours are you’re still here
I’m so afraid
I’ll slip
And you’ll realise
You can do better
And I’ll lose you
My mask is beautified
Such that it catches the light
And is desirable in the eyes of others
But when I talk to you now
I am my true self
So blunt and flawed and hurtful
And afraid
How much will it take
To push you away
You’re like a dream
The best dream I’ve ever had
But it’s real
And I’m so afraid I’ll wake up
I don’t deserve you
But somehow
You’re here
And we’re becoming us
I know now
That when I was diagnosed at age 12
They said this would never be possible for me
And I would live life alone
So
Maybe this is in my head

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