You ask me what I'm most scared of
the first thing on my mind
is how broken I am inside
how much pain I hold onto
so many broken pieces scattered about
I can feel the pain starting to consume me
has it taken a piece of my soul
dug its sharp fangs into me
leaving nothing but skin, bone, and more scars than I can see
I don't want it to define me, but I'm scared it already does
so many words of strength and power flow from my pen
but does it define me or hide me
when I begin to feel weak
I search for these words to hold on to
hoping they will deliver the strength that I need.


© Aria