My dear friend Fear,
Always by my side, always there to talk.
But what are you?
I mean in the end I know I’m going to die.
Yet I spend every day thinking of you.
Before I make any decision I run it by you.
Even after deciding you still console me.
I have yet to understand you.
Are you my friend or my enemy. Or neither.
Why are you here for me?
Even when I try to ignore you, you remain.
You must be a part of me.
At times your mere presence immobilizes me.
Other times it encourages me.
When I overcome you I feel invincible.
When you defeat me I’m miserable.
I wonder if there is a way to coexist.
To use each other, to see more fears.
You remain the same so long as I still fall to you.
Give me a win or two and I’ll show you a different part of you.
