Fighting with the devil inside my fear of deathA Poem by Heather
I'm quiet
It makes me feel safer when I am
It reminds me I cant get hurt if I say something
Not knowing if it was the best or worst thing to say
I don’t see myself as beautiful
I never have
That’s for me to deal with nobody else
Its hard convincing myself
Im a book worm
Im tired of television
I get inspired to write by reading
It broadens my vocabulary
I have a fear of hearing about a death
It somehow comes up in my dreams
They come and kill me in my dreams
No need to feel sorry about these negative marks I have told about myself
I see this as only a few bad things
But honestly I see it as the truth
That’s how I've always seen myself
Its something that nobody can really help me with
Its going to take me a long time to accept myself
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