silent.
and I am alone
thinking again
thinking too much.
scared.
and I cannot fight it
the unknown
and the void has only grown
when I'm on my own.
I am invisible
with a solo, silent cry
for mercy and for love
and for the things I do not understand
about you.
the barriers disintegrate, blowing away
and I cannot pick up the pieces,
put them back together to form
my ever-precious mold.
a mold I can relax into.
scared, yes. scared of losing who I am
for what you will make me.
petty fear, I say.
legitimate fear, I say.
and the battle burns on.