I'm not fearless, constantly misunderstood.
My fear is just beyond the eye.
And yet, it lives in those I see in the reflection on the wall.
Those eyes I wish not to meet as I stumble through the night.
I am disgusting, for there is too much I am not disgusted by.
I fear those eyes that drive me without mind.
I fear these eyes for their lack in remorse.
They are not considerate, nor apologetic.
They are not even conscious. They just move.
They search for another, for more prey and I as the the predator and afraid.
These eyes may take from me that which I react.
That which I have connection to, as many as there are some hundred diamonds in the rough.
This much, I fear.
My own eyes that stare me down in the mirror, these massive pupils more frightening in the dark because I'm aware that I'm alone. There is no one to protect me from myself. I fear that I will lose to myself again, and make hurt. Because I do not care for that I am close to. It is a mirage.
© Yoda