The truth is, I’m scared.
I don’t feel strong enough,
And most days I don’t belong.
I pretend I’m someone else just to get by,
I keep lagging behind and I don’t know why.
I try to keep up, but I’m dying inside.
It hurts, this ignorance,
But I wonder which hurts more,
Knowing it all, or hiding it behind closed doors?
They say friends are the family you choose,
But if that holds true, I’ve got nothing to lose.
Some people are scared to die.
My name is Kyle and I am scared to live.