What would it be like
Having the fear of one thousand men
Walking in the streets and roads and asking
"How did I get here?"

What would it be like
Having the fear of one thousand men
Standing a-top a tall building ready to jump as those thousand men stood under you saying
"It's not worth it."

What would it be like
Having the fear of one thousand men
Running away from troubles and strife that you so wish you can turn around and with power in your voice say
"I'm not afraid of you!"

What would it be like
Having the fear of one thousand men
Looking in the mirror every day wondering
"Do I look like I'm supposed to?"

What would it be like
Having the fear of one thousand men
Not sure if you should turn around and go back again and the lingering question
"Do I even belong on this earth?"

What would it be like
Having that internal, irrational fear of One Thousand Men
And going out in a situation you would have never gone to without the lingering questions and anxiety of
"What if they hate me if I don't go?"

What is it like
The fear of one thousand men
And the backstabbing of new-old friends
And you didn't even know you had an enemy

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