SCAREDA Poem by thibodeauxIAM SO SCARED THAT I WILL NOT BE ME AT THE END OF THE DAY.
SO SCARED THAT I WONT EVER RECAGNIZE MYSELF WHEN I LOOK IN THE MIRROR.
SCARED THAT I WILL NEVER FIND MY PATH IN LIFE TO FOLLOW.
SCARED THAT I WILL GO ON THE BETTEN PATH.
WHET SHOULD I DO.
BEING THIS SCARED IS ONLY SCARING ME WORSE!
I CANT BREATHE CANT SLEEP CANT EAT WHICH ONLY MAKES ME MORE SCARED.
SO SCARED THAT I WILL SLIP
SLIP INTO MY OLD SELF! SCARED THAT I WILL BE THAT OLD SELF THAT NO ONE LOVES OR HELL EVEN LIKES!
JUST FLAT OUT SCARED SHITLESS!!!
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2 Reviews Added on July 25, 2008 AuthorthibodeauxGlendale, AZAbouti love writing have been since i was a little girl its my escape route.. i am also open to constructive critism.. i love to read also so just send me you writings and i will read them ... iam a chef w.. more..Writing
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