Fear?

Not mine.

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[Hello again, do you me?]

•Response

Your letters are like whispers in my ears.

Stings wrapping around me so that my mind will believe what you say.

Your letters tell me of what I’ve done wrong.

Filled with ink and with memories of times I could’ve sung another song.

[ Ah, yes. I know you too well, so dramatic.

So frail and weak, open to the most smallest forms of warmth. ]

•Response

The paper edges try and stick their way into my heart.

It exposes me in such a terrible way.

As if I were a ball of yarn coming undone.

Little mistakes are just the start.

You tell me how I cannot speak to someone.

My words fumble and come across so bad.

You know I’m afraid of things I don’t want to speak of.

[People often don’t speak of their fears.

But you have a way of falling apart as if gasping for air were a work of art.]

•Response

You tell me I’m not enough.

And that the eyes of people watch me.

They carefully watch me.

That I am afraid to move first which results in me planing out a course. So I may move through the crowd with ease.

You won’t stop no matter how I please.

[Please? Really, as if I know manners. We have been over this, importance is overrated.

People stare and you know why don’t you?

They are all watching you, no one wants to speak to well, you.]

•Response

Blobs of ink telling me, urging me to how afraid I truly am.

As if telling my mother when something is wrong is like climbing my way into a spider web.

As if telling her I don’t feel okay, is asking danger to follow.

You tell me to hide my tears.

Tears have flowed in many a secret hour, away from people did I cower.

[Blobs of ink? Ha, you are stupid aren’t you. And for crying out loud if she knew then nothing would be the same, stop seeking attention and cry by yourself. You have already learned these things.]

•Response

You tell me that I will never change.

That I will always be that same old person that doesn’t exist anymore, but you somehow try and weave it back into existence.

You tell me stupid riddles and try and place stupid things into my mind well,

now here’s the thing.

Here is a letter for you, may this be rearranged?

[Ah, but is that not who you are?]

•Response

Fear,

You are not strong enough.

The lies you’ve placed hold no value.

Do I still struggle with being seen as “weak?” Yes, I do.

But oh, how sad.

That you think you have won.

Then again I’ve listened, but I’ll try to hardly read your words anymore.

Because GOD is with me.

And let me tell you this,

you have no power here.

~Hype

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#WC178

not mine.

Thanks for reading this, may GOD bless you all.