There's this fear,
Which suddenly dropped dead,
High from a building,
Straight onto my head.

Like a magnet which attracts,
Every opposite thought,
Brokenness was attracted,
By my mind from everything it sought.

And now I'm afraid;
What if this smile that I wear,
Falls down like a rotten leaf,
Tired of the wear and tear?

What if I lose my mind,
And i simply refuse to go through,
The disasters, pain and struggle,
The happiness and comfort too?

What if, my darling,
Every time you look at me,
You find the kind of demon,
I was never, never supposed to be?
~*~
7.09.18
11:03 p.m.
~*~