A person ask me 'what do you fear of?'
I play simple and answer that I'm fear of the thunder
But sometimes, I'll say the ocean
Bugs or even needles
Perhaps, I'm fear of loud noises
Or am I fear of failures?
Or just simply heights
Yet I always hide my true fear away
And never say it out loud
Because my most horrendous fear is that you might see me
Like how the society think I am
A useless drop of water in a massive sea of people.
YOU ARE READING
Henry's poetry
Poetrymy randomness in this was.. unexpected. note that the author of this collection is 13 years old.
