I fear not of tomorrow br The dark scares me not br I am not full of sorrow br Although I've weeped a lot br br What I fear is not on paper br There are no words big enough br I am not a hater br Although this world can be so tough br br What I fear is much deeper br It is not simply cold or hot br What makes me a weeper br Is the fear of loosing all I've got br br It's the fear of fear itself br That keeps me up at night br The fear of fear itself br Is what keeps happiness out of my sight br br It's the fear of putting all plans on the shelf br That makes me afraid of loosing my very self br br The fear of scaring away br Who I am inside br Is what makes me br So afraid I hidebr br Old Teenage Poemsbr br