My Fear's Fear

I promised myself that when I turn 15, I'll write and show my pieces to the world. I wrote this today. I had an idea to write many poems about my fears, but it rained so loud. They all went quiet.

It is in fact not nervousness I discuss.

Some other time, that may be.

I feel chills,

What I only seem to feel, you see.

 

The loud rain sweeps the alieness on my skin,

And what voices my fears hid to my layers,

Today I don’t feel it win,

Yet I feel indifferent.

 

My fears have fears,

It fears what cannot be dealt,

The loud rain grinds its gears

It fears what forbids it to be felt.

Author's Note

Constructive criticism is accepted (and needed for this beginner and 1st timer). Don't hesitate to tell me which lines are awkward. And forgive me for wrong grammars ( I have intentional ones) English isn't my native language, you can point them out too.