The Real Me...

You wanna know what my biggest problem is?

I take things and blow them way out of proportion.

I am becoming way to worried about myself.

I want things and I want them now.

I want to be the best right there and then.

I'm getting emotionally scared by myself.

I am screaming on the inside, hoping that someone notices.

I am not alright.

I am dying inside.

I don't know why!

No one is noticing anything different about me.

If they have they haven't told me about it.

I am not afraid of death.

I'm not afraid of someone killing me,

torturing me,

hitting me,

yelling at me.

I am scared at that second but then I calm down.

The thing I am most terrified of is... me.

I am my worst enemy.

I beat myself up.

I make myself cry.

I am not afraid of dying.

I cause my own pain and then complain when someone is telling me what's wrong with their life.

At least they have a reason.

I'm scared of the dark.

I'm scared of violence.

I am scared of change.

Not because of monsters,

or getting hurt,

or new things.

I'm scared of them because I'm scared on how I react to what happens.

I make a big deal out of nothing,

imagine what I would do when there is actually something to get upset over...