• Has someone ever asked you what you were afraid of?
    If so... what did you tell them? The truth? A lie?
    It ain't pain that scares me.
    But my own refection that does.
    Im afraid of what i might see.
    Will it be me? Will it be you?
    Or will it be that kid who,
    Bullies others that are weaker,
    Or the pot head that gets sent,
    To the office for pot in his sneaker.
    I read and write poems on gaia,
    Cus i got no other way to express the.
    Feeling that im feeling when i messed up.
    But when it comes to death... as you may read,
    I lack the fear and do not plead.
    Going through torture
    Would have been better
    I get less and less sure
    And my eyes are getting redder
    But when happiness comes your way
    Take it... it just might make your day.