I have developed this hardened exterior, an impenetrable shell which I use to protect myself,
To not show my feelings,
For fear of being misunderstood.
No one likes to be made to look the fool or appear vulnerable.
If you do, you are breaking all the rules.
Scared as I am,
Afraid of revealing myself.
I fear being left on the shelf, a spectator, an observer of life.
I am scared.
I have never felt like this before,
The fear of opening doors.
I am apprehensive about what may lurk on the other side,
What nightmare might take flight?
And, I will lose the will to fight,
To resit these uncontrollable thoughts,
The feeling that life is too much for me to bear.