You are wearing so much
Fear upon your face
So you become a target
You become the bulls eye
You become a bird
That don't know
When to fly
Like a dog afraid to bark
Afraid to bite
You are so
Full of fright
The demons are waiting
For just the right time
To come
And they will arrive
Once you've shot up
All the bullets
That you've
Got in your gun
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Amazing poem, indeed what becomes of fear? 5 Stars full