No concept of compassion
spiteful and alone
anxious and self absorbed
she never feels at home
she fears things … imaginary
she’s terrified of reality
more then anything she fears
for her sanity
afraid – to honestly share
she is too scared – to care
afraid – I wont be there
shes afraid, I’m not what I seem
afraid shes falling, apart at the seams
Worried about the future
ashamed of so much of her past
her fears may make it impossible
for love to last.
she fears pleasure
loving touch
I’m afraid she fears too much