poem. 09

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A person ask me 'what do you fear of?'

I play simple and answer that I'm fear of the thunder

But sometimes, I'll say the ocean

Bugs or even needles

Perhaps, I'm fear of loud noises

Or am I fear of failures?

Or just simply heights

Yet I always hide my true fear away

And never say it out loud

Because my most horrendous fear is that you might see me

Like how the society think I am

A useless drop of water in a massive sea of people.



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