my fear

I used to say prayers
In the dark of the night
To push back the tears, anxiety and fright
I used to see shadows
that danced the gloom
They hunted my thoughts
in the dark of my room
The thought of tomorrow
Would fill me with dread
Things not yet happened
Would mess with my head
I’d smile as friends passed me
Make out all was well
And inside there’s torture
My own personal hell

But that isn’t me anymore

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