My mind is a mess with possibilities..
Evidence that is either real or imagined..
I want nothing but for it to be the latter.

I'm so, so scared. I feel so helpless.
I feel like a child.
In the face of such pressure, I see no other option but to cry.
It solves nothing but it numbs.

I'm so overtaken by fear.
But what I fear is like the monster in the closet.

Imaginary yet seemingly so real as you stare into the shadows.