*Warning this poem may be triggering to some. Reader discretion is advised*

There are many

things to fear,

bugs,

yourself,

people,

food,

fears of fear.

Whoever said

"We have nothing

to fear but

fear itself"

must've not

seen the world.

I fear,good sir,

that there is

more to fear.

I fear the monsters

in my head,

I fear the monsters

I surround myself

with.

I fear the lovely ones,

The scary ones,

I fear my fears for they

confine me to a

 fearful person.

I don't fear fear,

I fear the fears

I have.

I fear those I love

for they could hurt me,

fear those around me

for fear of judgment.

I fear possibilities.

What could happen.

I fear the possibility

of having more fears.

I fear that

I fear

my fear of

possibility.