My Fears

The disgusting insects;
they walk all day upon your legs
as fast as the writer changes pens
they are the devil's subjects

The frightening darkeness;
the black light that intimidates the children of all ages
as they hope to survive from its rages
and not to end up heartless

The desperating idea of not being loved;
that awful feeling that you are externally and internally ugly
and you hide it behind a fake smile aptly
loneliness and sadness are deep in your heart shoved

The devastating state of not being happy;
the conflict with your always underperformed self
that can never do something memorable and tell
around other people you consider yourself lucky

~Xenitidou Panagiota