Fear
All encapsulating
Like a dark room where the walls keep closing in
I want to escape it
but I can’t
Sometimes I think I see a light
but it’s really just my mind playing tricks
I’m trapped
I cry for help
But what do you do when you’re not sure you want the help in the first place?
This darkness is familiar
I have learned to adapt
to not being able to see the brightness of life
of the future
To leave is to be uncomfortable
And to be uncomfortable is to be afraid
I’m already scared
Why would I make it worse when I don’t know why I want to be on the outside anyway?
Sincerely,
Casey
