By Phoenix
I fear not being able to protect the people I love.
I fear growing up; because everyone makes it seem like nothing will ever be beautiful again.
I fear the world I'm growing up in; that eventually I'll be surrounded by "happy" pill-popping zombies and cold, gray steel and concrete.
I fear the monsters under our beds, and the skeletons in our closets; the slivers of doubt that seep in to my mind at night like a slow acting venom.
I fear being made into a joke to society, to the justice system and to my family...
I fear being ultimately alone, having nowhere and no one to go to when I need them.
I fear rejection, and failure. Not being good enough to do what I was put here to accomplish.
I fear one day I'll fall apart, and everything will crush me. The thought of my weaknesses terrify me because they're something I can't afford to have.
I fear that losing one world may not necessarily mean gaining another...
I fear being forgotten.
I fear that when I get where I belong, I will get there and I will still feel empty. I fear that nothing will quell my emptiness, and that this void is eternal.
I fear that maybe I don't belong anywhere, and I'm homesick for a place that doesn't exist.
But I know that on the other side of fear is freedom.
I know I am stronger than the chains inside my head.
