The thing I most fear
Is quite simple you see
My mind is quite frightening
And that fear is of me
My thoughts can be beautiful
Radiant and bright
Or they can be dreadful
Dark without light
Sometimes I get lost
In the darkest of thoughts
My anxiety grows
I become restless, distraught
Rational is gone
And fear is what’s left
I try to break free
Of these harmful thoughts
But sometimes I’m trapped
In a snare I am caught
Where do you run?
When your thoughts are your fear
There is nowhere to hide
Nowhere to disappear
Eventually fear must be faced I suppose
Otherwise all it does is grow
So I plant my feet, and make brave my face
And I put that fear back in its place
Though I break free, it still remains there
I’m afraid I once again will get caught in its snare
The fact is, it is a part of me
And I will have to keep facing it, if I want to be free