Scared

I’m scared

Not of monsters in the dark

Not of the ghosts in my room

Not of the eyes in the corners

I’m scared of my own hands

Scared of what I think they might do

I’m scared of my feet

Scared of the heights they might throw me off

the places they might take me to

I’m so scared it’s making me sick

and the fear might kill me before I do

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