I'm afraid

of so many things

of my own thoughts

of the voices in my head

constantly taunting me

afraid of being insane

afraid of someone finding out I’m insane

afraid of talking

afraid of being happy

afraid of the cheapness of happiness

afraid of the awkwardness

afraid of being taken away

afraid of losing it all

afraid of not knowing you

afraid of you taking over me

afraid of being sad

afraid of not knowing the future

afraid of not knowing myself

afraid of never getting away from myself

afraid of not being able to be truthful to myself

afraid of not living

afraid of being depressed

afraid of doctors

afraid of you

you scare me

you make me face all these things

afraid to lose myself and never come back

afraid that I will never make it

afraid of seeing the edge

afraid the edge will swallow me

what the hell is wrong with being sad?

why is happy so good?