Fear Of Myself
The fear of myself and who I am
The not knowing what is going to happen
The anticipation of the rest of my life
Keep me searching for what is out there.
What is out there that I haven’t seen?
What still needs to be witnessed.
What do I still need to hear?
Why are there things in life I need to experience?
Before my time on this earth is done?
I am not sure what life is
Or what my death is going to show.
The not knowing what happens for eternity
Or what I am going to live with for the end.
Not understanding the torture in the world
Or the pain that traps so many people.
Why life is life and why death is death.
Why am I who I am?
Why should I not question my existence?
The existence that has brought me such faith
Such hope, courage and belief
Has also brought me pain, anguish and complete despair.
I have the right to understand why.
Understand why I go through happiness
And suffer through evil.
I deserve to know why.
Is it so I can be thankful for eternity?
Or is it so I can suffer without remorse?
Story about "Fear of Myself"
I wrote this poem when I was trying to understand who I was. I was questioning my existance and my reason for being her. I was scared at what I have become and what my future was going to hold. Why is life, life? Why is death, death?
