You are so young.
You are afraid.
What are you so afraid of?
What am I so afraid of?
Am I afraid I will do you wrong;
Am I afraid of the reply I bitterly await?
Am I afraid that I will get caught up in the things you don't see?
Am I afraid of the words I don't dare speak?
Do I know what I am afraid of?
I hardly know what I'm feeling.
Thoughts snake through these lines
Like smoke,
Yet why is it hard for you to see it?
I feel numb inside.
- (m.m)