The unknown

Something that I wrote a few years ago for a class and one of the lines in it was given to the class and you had to make a poem out of it. I just don’t remember which line.

The fear of the unknown has got people feeling eerie.
What even is the truth?
Why am I feeling weary?
A lot of people have their opinions
They got me feeling dreary.

There is a sensation of fear
Their thoughts can overwhelm me.
How stressed do I appear?
The hate, the loneliness, the changes
Anxiety has me crippled at the thought of this strangeness.

We accept this all to be facts of life.
One must remove this negativity
In order to bring some positivity.
All of this is irrelevant
So let us restore our confidence.