I'm Scared; by Brianna Bragg

Written in the frenzy of understanding pain by several seniors in high school.

I am scared. 

Scared of what the future holds. 
I am scared some egotistical b*****d is going to kill me off in a war that has no purpose.

 

 

I am scared. 
Scared of what my family will endure. 
I am scared because morals changed due to an over-involved government that my children will come home bruised and cut cuz they have 2 mommies or not the right clothes.

 

 

I am scared. 
Scared of what labels will be placed on me. 
I am scared I will never get to walk down the aisle in a white dress with my family surrounding me with the person whom I am in love with next to me and have it legally recognized because someone’s view on me is that I am wrong.

 

 

I am scared. 
Scared of the life I will not be allowed to live without gear, confusion and pain.

 

 

I am scared. 
Scared I won’t even be able to pressure happiness or have life or liberty.

 

 

I am scared. 
Scared that if I come back from this war, my sister may come back in a box or there may be another.

 

 

I am scared. 
Scared I may lose my fire to voice how I feel in an unjust world where our rights are nothing more than an old document lost to corruption of government.

 

 

I am scared.

 

 

I am so scared and no, body, cares.