I'm not scared. I'm scared.

I’m not scared of the dark.

I’m scared of what's lurking in the dark, waiting to jump out at me.

I’m not scared of small spaces.

I’m scared that they will crush me.

I’m not scared of fire.

I’m scared of it’s destruction.

I’m not scared of being alone.

I’m scared that no one will find me.

I’m not scared of getting lost.

I’m scared no one is looking for me.

I’m not scared of heights.

I’m scared of falling and hitting the ground.

I’m not scared of death.

I’m scared that I haven't yet left my mark.

I’m not scared of someone leaving me.

I’m scared that they might be running away.

I’m not scared of my thoughts.

I’m scared of the result.

I’m not scared of no one liking me.

I’m scared I don’t like me.

I’m not scared to trust.

I’m scared it will be broken.

I’m not scared of a broken heart.

I’m scared it will never be mended.

I’m not scared of making new friends.

I’m scared I will lose my old ones.

I’m not scared of my past.

I’m scared of letting go.

I’m not scared of making a mistake.

I’m scared of what will happen because of the choice I made.

I’m not scared of my sexuality.

I’m scared of people running away because of it.

I’m not scared of being me.

I’m scared that me isn't enough.

I’m not scared to love.

I’m scared that I might make the wrong choice.

I’m not scared.

I’m scared.