I'm Still Scared of the Dark

Everyone grows up with fears. For some, it's spiders and snakes;others it's clowns and dentisits. It can be things like blood or heights or school; bullies, horror movies, ghosts, scary noises. No one is completly fearless, but not all fears are the same to others. For some people, they fear for their homes, some for their families, some for their lives. And even though they have the same normal fears as others, they still have to sleep with the door closed, so they know when someone else is in the room.

 

I don't like nightmares. They're constant reminders of my fears. Like when I wake up after the thought of spiders crawling up my body or someone set to get me. It's not fun, when you realise that some of those nightmares could be real. Those nightmares are the ones about my friends or my dad. I'm scared that one day my friends will choose to abandon me. Leave me be and never bother with me again; and it will probly happen because it already has once. And as for my dad, well he's an ass so who knows what he'll do next to hurt me and my family.

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It's hard not to wonder what I'd be like to not be afraid. I always am. But it has to be normal, right? It's not like it's something new. I used to be a scared little five year old girl so this is normal, right? I may be in highschool but i can be afraid, right? Or maybe it's not. Most people only are afraid of little things and made up things. I'm scared of the day I'll have to face. So, maybe I should try not to be scared. Try not to let those nightmares take control of me. Not to be afraid of daily life.

But it's hard to be brave, when you're afraid of tomorrow.

See You Soon

A calm little bird flies high in the sky,

No one looks as he flies by.

He gives out a small cry, so someone may see,

But no one wants to but me.

The things this wondrous creature goes through,

Each day I wave, everyday it feels new.

He is found to be frightening, a symbol so grim,

And no one is ever kind to him.

No one will wave, or watch this sad bird,

For fear of the robed man's cursing dead words.

  This, his messenger bird, his beaken so black,

Everyday he waits for his raven to come back.

A poor foul thing, it isn't his fault,

It's the man in black, it's what he'll soon want.

One day he will come, to take someones soul,

A terrible curse, a deadly toll.

So this poor creature flies, trying to find a friend,

Before the Grim Reaper takes another again.

But I wait for the bird, everyday, every night,

Not afraid of this most unheavenly sight.

So I wave goodbye, hear a soft wing beat swoon,

Calling out to my friend, I shall see you soon.

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