The Quite Fear

In a corner, in the dark curled into a little ball.

My back pressed against the wall.

The wall the feels like ice against my skin. 

Now my nightmares begins.

 

Soaking in the quiet and the night noise that I hear.

Soaking in my un-rivaling fear.

 Fear of what lies outside my door.

What it is though I’m now sure.

 

My heart jumps up into my throat I can hear it in my ears.  

Now there’s a burning in my eyes mascara mixed with tears.

My heart gets louder and faster pressing against my skin trying to get out.

I realize now it’s not my heart, but the urge to shout.

 

Leave me be, leave me be please just go away.

I scream and scream, but with me this terror will always stay.