Terrified Poem by Concetta Salter

Are you terrified of how I act?
The way I speak my mind?
Scared of all the times I snap?
And sometimes want to die?

Are you terrified of how I run,
And never look behind?
Scared to see my crimson blood,
That dribbles down the knife?

Are you terrified to see me cry?
The way I can not stop?
Scared to look within my eye’s?
To see all I am not?

Are you terrified of how I’ll be,
When no more tears give way?
For once I’ll know that you’ll feel peace.
Cause I’ll be in my grave.