I'm just, scared

I'm scared. 

Sometimes I don't know exactly what of. 

It's like a constant feeling running inside me. 

Like I'm falling, or flying, or crying, dying. 

I'm just, scared. 

There's nothing you did. There's nothing you can do.

I just have to remind myself, that the chances of my dying today, are so insignificantly small. 

If I don't actually want to, I probably won't die.

I forget that sometimes,  

When I'm, scared.

I'm scared. 

Of the same old list of irritating fears, 

With a few irrational ones thrown in for luck,

Like death, and spiders, and grass, and fires.

I'm just, scared.

I'm scared. 

That things will change, 

That they'll stay the same,

That I'll forget you name, 

That tomorrow it will rain, 

That I'll be alone, 

That someone will phone. 

That my nieces will have grown, 

That change in your tone. 

I'm just, scared. 

I'm scared.

From the moment I wake up,

I'll never be enough.

Because of my stupid brain and insecurities, 

I can't ever be loved. 

I'm just, scared.

Author's Note

Thanks for reading :)