It is quite possible to be afraid of yourself.

SO there are parts of me I am afraid of.
There parts of me that worry me.
There parts of me I hate. Parts of me I love.

I know this is true to much more then just me. But I worry about how much it does apply to me sometimes.
I smile in my dark. It makes me happy to be oblivious.
If I ignore it..It might go away.
If I hate it..It might make it self known.
This might not make sense to you. And for that I am sorry,It makes sense to me.
I have this itch. I scratch it and it itches more.

I have this adoration for you. It is slowly growing like a cancer..And the posion I drink I am afraid will not stop it from spreading.
It fuels the cancer. I do believe.
I worry what it will all come down to.

Am I really strong enough to pull back the curtain?
Am I really strong enough to step into the light?
Do I really want to wake up and know?

Or is it easier for me to keep my eyes closed shut and continue forward.. as I sleep walk into the ocean?
What does the finale got in store?
Do I really want to know?

SO many questions..and not a single answer to even one of them.