By Tricia C. Roberts
There's a fear inside of me that no one can explain not even me.
I'm walking on treacherous grounds not even I can see.
But for now all I can do is keep my head above ground.
The day will come when I can meet the fears in me,
Set them aside in days that go by, and only look back to see the fear that was in me.
As for now, why can't someone see the fear in me,
Help me to see what is wrong with me.
I've been slowly dying, that's what's inside of me,
What's wrong with me?
Someone can't you see what is wrong with me.
There's a fear inside of me that no one can explain not even me.
I'm walking on treacherous grounds not even I can see.
But for now all I can do is keep my head above ground.
The day will come when I can meet the fears in me,
Set them aside in days that go by, and only look back to see the fear that was in me.
As for now, why can't someone see the fear in me,
Help me to see what is wrong with me.
I've been slowly dying, that's what's inside of me,
What's wrong with me?
Someone can't you see what is wrong with me.
