Lucas Vincent Desmond

I proclaim my worst fear,
As people to really distinguish me
Not as people see me, but
For people to know me when I am
Away from public perception
Alone, and timid and closed in
With my own insecurities,
Train of though and fighting,
My own fears as I do every day

Why don’t I have fear of people
Never knowing who I really am,
It seems strange this is the case.

Is it that I fear, never meeting love
Is it that I fear never attaining
And reaching my goals, and disappointing
Pressures face

I fear changing the way I think
A task which is out of fingers touch

Why do I feel like this?

Why can’t I live my view life?

The fear of chances astray
And my recklessness has destroyed
And ruptured the path which in mind
Was set. I realize this but I
Continue to trade blows with myself
And fight myself into submission
And walk the paths which has instilled this
Fear

Why do my troubles haunt,
And hunt me down as the
Lonely shadows cast down.

To Fall short time and time again
Will take its toll on any Man
But my desire in to be the man
Who fights things out
Walks the lines,
And shies a away from his timid self
And his Vision of self belief in sight

Is this fear recognized by others.
Should I fear the views which others may lay
Or show more to others than the full
Show in which I bear my soul to the pen and paper
Which has felt so much pain and has
Heard the souls screams from the past

You now see my pain
Which this pen ink bleeds and has spoken
My words for me

In all my worst fear is all the tomorrows which dawn