Sometimes I hold myself still, and watch life go by,
As if I'm waiting on everything to be goodbye,
Eyes closed, as if I'm afraid to look high,
A fear of heights, do I dare fly?
But here I am and life's gone by,
Body closed out, a truth not a lie,
In this world of mine, mine as in my.
But if I were to be honest, with myself.
Like a woman should be, with herself,
I would reveal, my greatest fear,
No matter if, I shed a tear,
I could reveal I'm afraid, of fear itself,
For it is better than a person being afraid, of them-self,
To be afraid of one-self...
But in all clear honesty,
I'm just afraid to cry.. what misery.
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