I know that you think me to be strong,But I am not so,
I cry at times,
Afraid of the future.
And I talk about freedom,
But I am scared to fly,
Darkness is fine by me,
But people, I do not trust.
I know I talk about liberation,
And yet, I do just the opposite,
When asked to live my life,
I make a mockery of it.
But of all the things my love,
The scariest of all,
Is to admit,
The truth to you.
~ A Poem By Fizz © 2015
