{Ability}<[Dying Dreams May Strike]

I'm scared.
I'm scared.
Knowing my worth to many to my myself, close to heart.
Is equal-unequal to dirtied clumps of rocks compared to gold in the lungs imbued in caverns.
My words, for they lack clarity and direction will soon be my demise.
The never ending reason of my paranoia.
There, I am here.
I suppress things that make me insensitively and stupidly human.
I cannot speak.
They tell me to speak for myself.
I cannot.
I wasn't given permission to.
Only doubts.
Do I make choices.
Or do I operate as a creature with no mind of it's own?
Why can I not dream?
Am I permitted from it?
No it does not discriminate, as equals of men within life or death.
To call my own unobtainable dreams to freakish nightmare.
In the end, I am just a voiceless clump in mind.