I Fear...

I fear many things,

But now, I fear I've lost myself;

For, I don't cry and sit alone.

I wonder where I've gone wrong.

 

I fear I've been acting a little strange.

I think it was something I ate.

A bug called, "whatever,"

A funny taste.

Now, everytime I open my mouth,

No self-pity.

I could walk this bitter city,

I'd never feel as south.

 

Again, I fear for my health.

Something's taking over,

Not leaving me empty.

A new kind of wealth,

That I don't need a job for,

Now.